Found my old nav logs under the garage insulation

Pulled the boxes out this morning — flight logs from '82 to '94, still in the same order I packed them before the last transfer. What surprised me was the margins: I remember being cool and precise, but there's coffee rings on half the pages and a doodle of a sheep with a compass on one. I'm not sentimental about the sky, but the handwriting of the man I used to be is something else.