My fingers bumped into something hard and flat in the far back corner.

It was a cardboard shirt box from the old five-and-dime on Main Street, with the little green pine tree logo printed in faded ink along the side.

Two wide strips of heavy yellow masking tape went all the way around the middle, holding the lid down tight on the bottom tray.

The tape had gone dark brown and cracked with age, like dried varnish against the green paper.

No one had ever peeled it off or cut through the seam in the middle.