Storage Angels

This locker was small, but packed. I saw a collection of Star Trek books, old boxes and vintage luggage. Overall it looked like it’s been there for a long time, and was dusty enough to be promising. What I found inside, as I dug in, was something special: boxes and boxes of rare vinyl records, most of them from the 70s and 80s and many of them brand new and sealed in original plastic. Because the records were sealed, they had skyrocketed in value - some selling for $600-700 each among...

When I first spotted the black leather jacket and brown fedora hat, I was intrigued enough to place a bid on the locker. But as I dug through its contents, I began to realize a pattern: everything inside was touched by imperfection, and yet preserved with remarkable care. The leather jacket was missing its buttons. The fedora had lost its pin. A microwave had been used, then carefully placed back in plastic, returned to the manufacturer’s box, and finally tucked back into its original...

When I first opened this locker, I was convinced it belonged to an auto mechanic. BMW parts, spring coils, a car door, hubcaps, rims—everything pointed to an automotive stash. But as I dug deeper, a different story emerged. Hidden among the grease and metal was a man’s vibrant alter ego: a Disco Man. What began as a car parts locker soon gave way to crates of CDs—reggae, blues, jazz, soul, and genres I had barely scratched the surface of. Then came the wardrobe: flashy sequined jackets,...