Well, the Derek and the Dominos concert never happened. I mean, I think much of that actual tour never happened because of drugs and tragic deaths.
But yeah, it still would have been sweet to keep those tickets. I was only 14, I just didn’t know any better.
The Pop Festival poster simply fell apart, but I should have patched it together.
Not sure what happened to the t-shirt. 
I do have a lot of other cool stuff that I did save, but yeah, I wish I’d kept the above items.
My class ring which had been stolen off the rod of the shower at school while I was in the shower. They took my watch also of which it had been strung on.
I wonder if they feel great if they ever wore it. My name was engraved on the inside. I just cannot imagine being that desperate for a ring. I never told my parents because I had to beg to get it.
Shasta
My Minidisc player
Probably in the hands of some Grade 7 student.
My Minidisc player
Probably in the hands of some Grade 7 student.
Argh! Damn double posts. Thats two in two days.
Can a mod delete one of them?
Thanks
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An 1886 “O” silver dollar in uncirculated condition that was my Dad’s. Brought it to school to show off and it went “missing”. This was back in the late 50’s. Don’t even want to think about it’s cash value. The sentimental value was bad enuf.
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A mint Winchester Model 70 rifle I bought while I was in the service circa 1968. It was a thing of beauty and the first gift i ever gave myself “just cause you deserve it”. Had to sell it to cover the mortgage payment when times were tight.
All lost when my apartment burned down:
An extremely expensive diamond and saphire ring that belonged to one of my ancestors, a woman whose affinity for jewelery earned her the nickname “Diamond Lil”.
A beautiful, framed black and white picture of me as a freshman in high school, crouching in front of a graffiti-covered wall in an alley.
The paper weight I made and filled with confetti from the Tom Waits concert I went to, thrown into the air by Tom himself and scooped off the floor by me after the show.
The journal I kept throughout my 19th and 20th years. So much was written in there that I’ll never get back.
The vintage leather jacket my dad gave me that he’d taken out a loan to buy when he was in college.
My imported necklace made with a real tiger’s claw.
Much, much more.
Two things:
My dad’s college ring - it’s one of only two things I had from him. Lost it in a snowstorm the morning after my daughter was born.
Also a nice letter and a signed comic strip from Bill Watterson.
The college ring would be more important to get back, but both of them make me sick.
Okay, it was the slightly-less-expensive model of a clarinet that was merely excellent (Conn “Gold Medal” 444N) rather than world-class (like the Selmer Balanced-Tones and N-series of the time). Mine went for <$100 brand new and only cost me twice that in 2000. But it was like new, and played like a sonofabitch. And I left it in a fucking store for some asswipe to pawn for a crack fix. :mad:
Other than the 1901 Craftsman-style house (inside completely remodeled) that I “lost” in my divorce when I was 28…
A 14k gold bracelet, with twisted figure-8 links (I’ve never seen another like it) and a heart-shaped lobster-claw clasp - I bought it for myself after the divorce and it made me feel great when I wore it, just because.
I came in here to post a similar story. My mom shelled out a lot of money for a high school class ring for me, even though she couldn’t really afford it. I just really wanted it. Sometime in my early 20s, I managed to lose it.
It still bothers me a lot (I’m 30 now).
My 1980 Gibson Les Paul Custom. Cherry sunburst with brass hardware, black pickguard. It was just one of several items stolen in a break-in at the music store where we were rehearsing. It was the only time I had left my guitar out of my sight.
Several thousand records.
Everything I owned prior to 1976. My father threw it out.
My wife’s original engagement and wedding rings, and her Beatles watch, which were stolen in a break-in at our apartment in our 2nd year of marriage. We’ve bought replacements, but they’re not the real thing.
When Calvin and Hobbes was just starting out, Bill Watterson and his friend Dave (who is depicted as Calvin’s pediatrician in the strip) hand painted a couple of round metal “campaign button”-style pins that depicted Calvin and Hobbesreading the funnies and commenting on this new strip. I don’t remember Calvin’s remark anymore (this was around 1987), but Hobbes’ reply was “But I still don’t get it”.
I was friends with both Bill and Dave as a kid, and Dave gave me one of them when we were both living in the Detroit area.
It was promptly stolen.
I would never have put it on eBay, but the mind boggles at what that thing is probably worth now.
(I do still have letters from Bill on C&H stationary, but I assume there was a lot of that back when he was still responding to fam mail.)
Sentimental: A GI issue pocket knife that my grandfather gave me, my first knife. I have no idea where it got to. I just went looking for it one day when I was 12 or so, couldn’t find it, and figured oh, well, it’ll turn up. Never did.
Monetary: I’ve lost two Handspring Deluxe Visor PDAs. After the second one, I decided that I’m not responsible enough to own a PDA.
Can’t believe no one mentioned their virginity.
My classic old Lionel train set. My sister sold it in a garage sale for 75 cents when I was off at summer camp.
My grandfather’s Stetson and blue jean jacket. I was given them when I was too young and have no idea where I lost them.
All my comic books, of which I used to be an avid collector. The guy that bought the Lionel probably got them too.
When I was 5, there was a Pac-Man cereal promotion where if you sent in X number of box tops, they would send you a Pac-Man puppet with three little ghosts. I got one. It was a great big puppet, just awesome. I loved it. Then I took it to my kindergarten class for show and tell, and it was stolen before the day was over. The puppet, and all the ghosts. I’ve never seen the same one since, so I figure any existing ones are worth a little bit now that 20+ years have passed since.
Ah, but that’s a condition, not a possession.
Many decades ago, when my friends and I first discovered pot, we came to the astonishing realization that when you’re high, things seem different than they actually are. With this is mind, we got very baked one day and took a few hours and created something. This thing was then placed in a box and stuffed in the back of a closet. The idea was, only people who are stoned can look in the box, and since their perception of reality is altered, no one would know what is really in the box! I had possesion of the box, and managed to keep it for the better part of a decade, (and to the best of my knowledge no one not stoned ever looked in it) but I have no idea what ever bacame of it.
1986-1989 I had this cool 60’s vintage 3-button black leather jacket onto which I had painted a glowing green radiation symbol and added “242” to the top. It was the coolest jacket around, I was always complimented on it at shows and had people taking pics of it. Then I went to college and I let this girl I liked wear it and I never got it back. How I miss that jacket. Curse you Mary Pfannes!
Had my first digital camera stolen from my bag back in 1997. It wasn’t the camera that was valuable, but I had on there a picture of one of my best friends. It was one of the most special moments of my life. We had had a party and everyone was passed out or had left, it was like 4am and we were still making drinks. We were just chatting and laughing. We realized we were cut from the same cloth. Pure love and joy. The picture we took captured that perfectly. It was one of the only pictures of herself that she ever really loved. We still bemoan the loss of that picture.
an all white swatch from 1986
Two lost photographs:
One of my parents on a mountain in Vermont a few years ago. My mom looks ravishing-she’s beautiful but she rarely smiles and she had a genuine one in this photograph. My father has a beautiful smile, as always, and he’s holding my mom and the wind is blowing their hair (what’s left of my father’s). This is probably my favourite recent photo of my parents ever. Got lost in the move out of lawschool where we had to trash or give away nearly everything in my apartment. My sister has a copy which I want to get made into another copy for me but we no longer have the negatives.
One of me and my cat that died before I went to lawschool. I still have it scanned on line, at least. Not only is it the last photograph of Babu, but it was the last photograph taken before I went off to grad school.
Most valuable loss ever: my parents gave me very expensive diamond earrings for graduation and the clasp or something broke on one of them and I’m now out 2K worth of diamond earringage that I must replace by next Christmas or my Sherlock mom’s suspicions are going to be raised. I don’t mourn losing the diamonds, just that I have to replace them + my parents gave them to me.