Pockets

right front:
three one-dollar bills in a silver money clip
one quarter dollar
one dime
two pennies
one Remington pocket knife with two blades and walnut side panels

left front:
one tortoise-shell Conklin fountain pen
one debit card from Peet's Coffee and Tea
one 4 1/2 x 3 1/2 lined notebook with green mottled cover
one metal credit card case with California driver's license, one American Express Gold Card, one American Express Business Blue Card, one Mastercard Debit Card issued by Santa Barbara Bank and Trust, one Blue Cross Group Insurance Card

left rear:
fifteen 3 x 5 lined index cards, held together by a rubber band
one business card for Digby Wolfe, Adjunct Professor, University of Canberra,
one business card for Willard Thompson, publisher, Rincon Books, Santa Barbara, CA
one card redeemable for a medium-sized espresso drink at Peet's Coffee and Tea
one set operating instructions for a Lexar card reader
one business card remind me of the time--Friday, 7-6 @ 11:45 a.m.--for my next hair cut
one receipt from Samys (sic) Camera at 614 Chapala St. Santa Barbara, CA 93101 for above mentioned Lexar Card reader

right rear:
lint
crumbs

I am not certain to be appalled or humbled by such an accounting. The pockets of my youth would have contained something edible and/or chewable, at least one marble to look at, a small magnifying glass for starting fires, either a yo-yo or a rubber ball. The only mitigating additions to today's pockets are the fountain pen, the note book, and the pocket knife. These last items could possibly bail me out of a boring situation, but I left less to chance when younger.