While cleaning out the home office (E-Bay, here I come), I came across a souvenir from Hong Kong. It’s a shopping bag from Watsons, I have held on to it for nearly three years as a reminder of our trip. I don’t know why it holds sentimental value for me. Bags from the Food Lion we shop at on our trips to the Outer Banks mean nothing to me. I’m geneticly displosed to being a pack rat, that’s probably why I kept it. At any rate, out it goes. Don’t tell anyone about the two cans of Coke Light that I picked up in Guangzhou. They’re still in the fridge.