Mr. Troutbend's cousins were here a couple weeks ago and borrowed these antiques and other fine items - the speed limit sign, and the wooden crates. Their pre-teenage children wanted them to redecorate their rooms.
We weren't using them anyway, and they'll give them back some time.
Up in the back garage is my dad's old desk, and in one of the drawers I found where he'd saved the caps from various pens.
A lot of the time the cap just gets in the way, but I suppose he saved them in case he'd need one some day. I've done that too, but not that many at one time.