(Trigger warning: this post is self-indulgent).

We had a flash flood recently. Nothing major, but it hit my storage shed hard. Along with some things of my wife's, I lost a bin full of momentos and half of my comic book collection -- the good half, arguably.

The momentos were, as you might imagine, things like certificates I got in grade school for being good at math or "language arts" whatever the hell that is, the keepsake book from my First Communion, things like that.

This wa...