The power was off to the large estate, we were in the cold, dark & dusty attic , a voice bellowing from someplace below…”everything goes!”……we clamored over 100’s of boxes and bags of stuff that looked untouched for 50 years..wow we said..i think we need more help, the pull down stairs were adding an extra challenge, so like usual, we start throwing boxes down to the helpers who bring them down 3 flights to the trucks. Like we always do, we take a quick experienced glance in each box, there is always a telltale sign of the contents without emptying it out, treasures perhaps?, a lost envelope with cash or jewelry maybe?..not this time..Near the end of the day i handled some of the last few boxes, in the corner a tattered old box labeled “christmas stuff” ……