Why on earth did I keep all those business cards?

After 13 years, all that networking stacks up. Literally.

I found my stash of business cards this week, and it’s bigger than I remembered.

Cleaning out my desk at the Statesman is a sizable task. I’ve had a cubicle of some kind since the year Gerald Ford died.

(That’s 2006.)

For the past 13 years, I’ve been a food writer/reporter/columnist, where a big part of my job was meeting and connecting with people.

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