My friend Ardy and I were at lunch yesterday talking about all the things one accumulates over a long lifetime, and I mentioned that I have most if not all of the Sun-Sentinel Travel sections from the fall of 1989 to the end of 2007.
“What are you going to do with them?” Ardy asked.
“Give them to the Smithsonian,” I said.
It was a joke, of course, but they are artifacts: sections of ten, sometimes more, pages filled with ads and charts (those odious and instantly erroneous airfare ones) but also lengthy stories and beautiful photos of interesting places around the world. Those times when I am sent digging into one of my Travel section boxes I am astonished anew by the riches the paper provided weekly to its mostly unimpressed readers.
