It was a suitcase full of memories; photos upon photos left on a doorstep of a newspaper, locked away and forgotten for a decade. “What’s in the suitcase?” the reporter asked. “Pictures,” his editor said. “Who do they belong to?” “I don’t know.” “Can I look at them?” he asked. The reporter picks up each picture, a thousand pictures. He sees memories through the eyes of a stranger, memories with no home. The reporter shuts the suitcase and walks out of the office. “Where are you going with them,” the editor asked. “I’m going to give them a home,” he said.
— Jon E. Stern