When I needed a childhood photograph for an upcoming staff retreat, I climbed up to the attic to forage among the boxes. There I found my earliest photo album, and in it a picture from my second year of life. Applesauce must have been on the menu that day. Whether it was the applesauce itself or the person feeding it to me one spoonful at a time, something led me to doze off. I fell asleep in the high chair and suddenly, “Click.” Instant photo-op. As a youngster, I used to think that was the funniest picture in the book. As I held the hefty album, I noticed that the brittle binding clung to life by threads. Not only had the pages from 1958 torn away at their serrated fold, but the rubber cement underneath each photo had died. Rubber cement, one of the great wonders of the world, apparently has a life expectancy of under 46 years.