Once upon a time, in the distant past of corporate America, office workers had personal spaces known as "offices" or "cubicles" where they worked every day. Workers were allowed – shocking, I know – to decorate these spaces as they wished. It may be hard for some of you to remember those halcyon days before the open plan office, or to believe that we once had such freedom, but trust this old man, it was so.
Poking around my home office yesterday I found a real treasure: a small cardboard box containing the stuff that once decorated a series of bulletin boards and cloth cubicle walls in the offices I occupied between 1995 and 2022. This stuff was not all displayed at once, since the collection rotated over the years. But I believe everything here was on my wall at some point.
Museum postcards, personal photographs, photographs of my most interesting excavations, book marks, buttons, cartoons, all sorts of stuff; I used to think that this display gave anyone who cared to look a clear view of my character and what matters to me.
A few treasures. There are of course many photographs of my late wife
Lisa, who was and remains the center of my universe. I took this one not long after we started dating, in 1989.
Lisa with our first baby, taken in my hotel in Renovo, Pennsylvania, a weird little town that made such an impression on me that I set my
first book there.
Some mementos of my elder daughter, including a note she wrote in kindergarten.
My sons in 2003.
Me with my younger daughter on a boat in Maine, 2007.
Bookmark celebrating the 200th anniversary of one of my favorite things, the Library of Congress.
Me on Rhodes, 1991.
Me at the very beginning of my archaeological career, 1984. That's a trash pit from the 1680s in the garden of Bacon's Castle, Virginia.
Lisa and me in 2001, appropriately smiling, because that was a wonderful time in our marriage.
With my brother and sister at my college graduation, 1984.
Things are fading into the past for me: my little childeren, my marriage, those lost days when I had an office and a bulletin board that I covered with signs of who I was and what I cared about.