So this week K. and I are wading through decades of accumulated crapola in preparation for the big yard sale (11th Street near First Ave. this Saturday, if you’re around) and we uncovered this vintage Beatles scrapbook. This was given to K. long, long ago by a girl she worked with when she lived in San Francisco. It’s mostly SF newspaper clippings arranged in a delightfully quintessential preteen-girl aesthetic. Nifty as it is, we have to make some sacrifices for our new streamlined lifestyle, so the scrapbook is now a part of the ARChive of Contemporary Music. If you got to say goodbye to some boss old junk you want it should go to a good home.