Monday is National Old Stuff Day. That doesn’t refer to me, or to people of our generation, by the way (that would be National Old Hot Stuff Day). No, it refers to the mountains of clobber we accumulate in our houses. The day does have a metaphorical as well as a literal meaning. I could, for instance, be tossing my fury at some slight that happened 40 years ago into a virtual wastebasket. But I won’t – that rage gets me up in the morning so I won’t be binning it any time soon.