Pulling up the corner of old kitchen lino in my first apartment, I found a gold ring with little diamonds on it. Yes, I kept it.

My dad and my husband never opened and shut up a wall (repairing drywall, for example) without signing and dating any flat surface inside the wall. Someday, someone else will find it.

My childhood house was built in 1895 and we found old ink bottles, old cans, old can openers, up in the rafters of the basement. And names and dates inside the door panels and behind the fridge.

As a flea market aficionado, a lifelong fantasy has been to acquire an old attic full of interesting cast-offs. Sadly, never happened...

If I ever found anything interesting (historically -- never anything valuable) I no longer recall...

I found about 5 years worth of playboys in the attic. All from the mid 90's and relatively worthless.

I also found unstained harwood floor under a throw rug. Apparently when they stained the floor they did it around the rug that was there.

We found a pretty gold ring in the air vents in our (previous) 170 year old home! My fingers were the only ones small enough to fit it at the time, so guess who got it? :)

I injerited a bunch of ugly NFC and other assorted bumper stickers on the mirrors and doors from my seller, but also happened upon an interesting relic as well. In the process of rehabbing baseboards in the bedroom, i dug out a Victorian locket with seed pearls and a very faint black and white photo inside. On one hand it creeps me out, but then it seemed to me to be a good omen. I havent used it, but keep it in my medicine cabinet.

My grandparents bought a big old drafty house in a small town in Arkansas. The previous owner had health issues of some sort and had had an elevator installed. The elevator had the old grate-style metal door, a bell to ring, and fancy buttons. It made for hours of endless playtime among us grandkids, which looking back was probably really unsafe.
Also, we found a wooden leg in the attic.

This one is not so happy.. My first home (a sad, old fixer) was purchased from an old widow who had lived there for more than forty years. Her only child, a son, was "helping" her sell the home so he could use the profits to purchase his own place. He said he was putting his mother into care. The woman was mentally absent enough that I suspected elder abuse, but our Realtor assured us it was all legit.

Many years passed, and it was time to sell. We did a massive cleanup, delving into areas we had never touched. Stashed in a corner of the basement, behind ductwork, I found a metal box that looked like a child's version of a pirate stash. Inside was the entire life story of the woman of the house. Photos of her in her youth, visiting cards, newspaper clippings, photos of family in the old country, paperwork from her time In a woman's residential hotel. It was obvious this represented happier times. I wondered what kind of married life she'd had to feel she had to hide these treasures.

I wrapped up all the documents and photos nicely and sent them to the son, through a third party. I thought he'd be thrilled to get them. I never got so much as an acknowledgement, much less thank you.

On a lighter note, when my contractor opened up one of the walls behind my chimney -- where there is a large void -- he found several beer bottles lined up against the brick. They had been there 35 years or so.

I'm about to leave a gorgeous, solid wood credenza with a marble counter in my old apartment.... it weighs 500 pounds and I'm on the 4th floor in a walkup!

The new tenants are so lucky.

We did a remodel on a small cottage built in 1949 that had not been winterized. When we took a cabinet down to move it there was a note saying that on this day in 1985 we( the then owners) installed the cabinet and it was a beautiful day. Since then I have signed and made mini time capsules in all my flips and reno projects. I recently took an upholstery class and one of the students stripped the chair down and found a date and signature on the frame. We all signed and left notes inside the frames of our project chairs for someone else to find someday.

After about two or three years of living in my childhood home, my parents endeavored to remodel the basement. In doing so, they were cleaning out beneath the stairs and noticed a box beneath the bottom landing but were unable to get it out. Naturally, they asked their nimble and always willing to explore son to crawl in there to retrieve it. To my amazement and my mother's shock (bless her soul), we had stumbled upon the previous owner's pornography stash.

I've been on many construction sites and most new walls have the fast foot trash of the day as insulation. And if you are really lucky the contractor also puts his beer cans in your wall.

found some hangers hiding in a guest bedroom closet ...pretty exciting ;)

My husband and I were removing vent covers to clean and paint, and low and behold...playboys and beer. The previous owners had a very advanced 11 year old boy. We told our neighbors, and he exclaimed, "that's where my playboy subscription went!!!" lol. the kid had been pilfering the neighbor's mail!

I found an axe (very sharp) behind the bedroom curtains. I also found 100 years worth of encyclopedia sets, and spare rolls of all 20 wallpapers in the house. But mostly, there was a lot of junk, and it was more of a pain than a blessing.

There was a broken gas mask in one of my kitchen cabinets when I moved in five years ago. I was too freaked out to touch it, and have left the cabinet (over the refrigerator, which I can't reach anyway) empty ever since. When my boyfriend moved in two years ago, he threw out the gas mask, but I will still never use that cabinet.

My house is in oakland.

We found two handguns in the attic above the kitchen.

Yikes.

These are great stories! We got a bunch of long, skinny things up in the rafters of our basement -- a really long fishing pole, some ancient golf clubs. We also got lots of stuff in the garage, some of which was interesting, but most of which was junk. And most of the junk was heavy.

The least fun was 8 five-gallon buckets of wet claylike substance downstairs in our basement. It wasn't really clay, so not of use to potters (who did come and take the actual clay left behind). It had to go to the dump and it was really, really hard to get it up the basement stairs. The 10 packages of shingles was heavy, too, but we were able to freecycle those at least.

The most unfunny thing about all the garbage left in our house was the seller's assurances that any "minor" items she might leave behind she had made arrangements with a neighbor about. Just mention to him and he will remove it all. This plan was totally unknown to the neighbor! Luckily we hadn't taken her at her word. What kind of nutty neighbor would take on all that garbage?

Just a creepy purple baby dress.

Oh these are funny. I too found an extensive VHS tape porn collection in the 100-year-old house I bought. It was classic vintage porn--like a 25-year-old Ron Jeremy--I'm not gonna lie--we watched some of it and it was hilarious. Also, in the basement there was a big rock chained to the wall. That was a little creepy.

Oh my these are priceless!

When we moved in, the lady who sold us the house left a lot of stuff behind. Her moving truck was late and she was anxious to go. "The kids (us) can have it" she was quoted as saying! The entire enclosed patio (12'x30') was still full of old junk. Our realtor made arrangements to have it hauled.

The most memorable thing on that back patio - an old brown glass bottle of DDT. Just perfect for this organic gardener. I was too horrified at the time and just let it be hauled away with the rest, but now I kind of wish I'd kept it just as a strange artifact.

In my ex's apartment there is a spot for two people (exactly) to hide behind a built in bookshelf. It must have been used during the 2nd world war to hide Jews (this is in Amsterdam). It was crazy to try it out, peeking out through a tiny crack in the shelving, imagining what it must have felt like for the people who it was actually built for.

When I first met my husband he told me about the creepy scene he had discovered in a hidden room in his ground floor flat a year after moving in. He was doing some DIY and knocked a hole in the kitchen wall by mistake. He peered through and found a dark space filled with cobwebs. He got a torch, enlarged the hole and climbed through.

His apartment was L-shaped and the space was the recess of the L. It was a huge area and at the far end was a shabby deckchair facing two long mounds of earth. There were old pre-war cigarette packets on the floor by the chair.

Eventually my husband converted the space and he assured me he dug down and there were no bodies. I don't think he dug too deep though. I lived in the flat with him for a year before we moved on. the story always spooked me but it was a very happy sunny place, no bad atmosphere. We put the cigarette packets under the floorboards before we went.

When the former owner moved out of our house we found all kinds of things. We found a wine cask and some classic old mason jars in the basement, a ton of old metal that we sold for scrap and got $100 and bought ourselves dinner, but the best thing was when we ripped out a wall and found the stamp from the saw mill - the wood for our house was milled in the '20s right on our property.

In one of my apartments (an old building in Evanston, IL) they had built-in cabinets in the kitchen, hall and bedroom that reached the ceiling. You know the kind that have the old brass latches that are painted over (and over).

I found a treasure trove in the upper cabinets, that the previous tenant(s) left behind. First was a nice pair of hand weights (5 lbs each), a vintage coffee grinder with a glass bottle to catch the coffee, and a vintage (kerosene?) lamp. I still have all 3.
I still use the weights and plan to refurbish the other two.

Shortly after my husband and I bought our house I was in the backyard with one of my dogs. I heard him making funny noises and turned around to find he had dug up a realistic looking double dildo! I have the photo to prove it! I was in tears from laughing so hard. The dog did not want to give it up either - he growled when I came near him.

My story is a little different. My doorbell is red metal in the shape of a fire alarm box--the kind that used to be on telephone poles in the town I grew up in--with the word "Chief" on it. One of my neighbors told me that my house was built in 1951 by the then fire chief of the town I live in. I was indifferent to the doorbell 'til I heard that story. Now I would never replace it.

This is truly hideous, but I unfortunately found the previous owner's dead cat in a crawl space in my new house. They had thought that the cat ran away. It was probably a sign, because the house ended up being a bit of a headache.

in my current home -- found a balalaika in the far reaches of the attic --we didn't notice it for several years.

I found a hand written letter dated 1973 - on University of Southern Illinois Carbondale stationary. The letter is heartfelt and well written - basically the guy who wrote the letter is really trying to convince the girl (letters would be recipient) that she should go to college and not settle down and have "2.5 kids". To get out of the mainstream thinking and evolve into the new free 70's. Not to get married right away to the first guy she sees. On an on. The letter was obviously never sent. It is such a good backward glace at the 70's. I did find out that the guy who wrote this letter is Dean of a major university in the east! A fairly well known person!

Oh, also....years ago as a kid, I found a old suitcase in the attic of a very old house we were living in - inside this very dusty old suitcase was a old ratty black dress, a eaten up old black hat with a veil and one of those awful fur things with the face still attached (maybe fox???) I got my mom to look at it and she simply said, "Put it back" - I did.

My brother-in-law was gutting a 100+ year old house and found a very old stash of pornography, paper towels, and lubricant hidden in the rafters of the basement. Some of the paper towels were... um, used.

It seems like we've found random little mementos everywhere we've lived. Some are quirky and innocent, like a vintage Mr.Potatohead ear, a tiny paintbrush, old shoe forms with bits of leather...some not-so-much like when my husband found the previous tenants dirty needles in the basement rafters...yikes. Our last apartment was the best though, civil war-era with original frescoes preserved in the entryway, and a mysterious upper room that no one could figure out how to access. We would often joke about the "secrets of the building". One day my husband was giving the attic a thorough cleaning with the shop vac when he came across a very old handwritten letter stuffed under the eaves. Trying to be ever so careful to unfold it, he thought nothing of the shop vac, still running, with the hose tucked in his armpit. The letter stuck to the end of the hose for a second before shattering into powder. And that is how we almost found out the secrets of the building... although we did find a weird cardboard chicken under the attic floorboards.

fishing waders!

I'm currently tearing open the basement of my home built in 1920. The previous owner wrote extensively about the history or the house -it's only been owned by 3 families. All have owned dogs and the first family actually built the house. Anyway, after tearing down the original plaster ceiling I didn't find a "thing". What I did find was that one of the dogs back in 1920 had clearly walked through stain of some sort and across the boards at what was then the construction sight. There on the bottom of the sub-floor boards are a series of paw prints. It's pretty neat in it's own little way.

My husband and I renovated our first home. It was a beautiful century home, and we had some wonderful memories there. As we tore out walls, we found we found a half written cheque with an ink blot from about 1905, a receipt for barrels from the 1800s, a girlie pic from the 20s, and lots of neat things like this, which we neatly displayed in a shadow box. However, one thing we found in the basement was unsettling - like - from a movie unsettling. While we still owned the house, a guy had broken in and attempted to assault our tenant (unsuccessfully thank god) while she was sleeping. For real. Anyways, after she had moved out and we were renovating the basement a few years later, we found an old well that had been filled in with rocks, underneath the floor exactly where her bed had been. I always found that really strange, but as she had managed to successfully fight him off, perhaps not fully negative. (Still, I don't think old wells under basement floors can be good feng shui somehow). We lost our nerve to want to be landlords again after that.

i found a very old almost crumbling wooden paint palatte in my attic under a pile of old insulation. i found out it was the actual palatte used to paint an enormous mural in a room in my house. the artist was ernest peixotto and he painted the mural in 1923. no pornos though!

The strangest and creepiest thing I found when the house I'd been living in for 15 years was gutted for a renovation was the stringer boards to the stairs was unsupported and the joists keeping the second floor up were nothing more than mismatched scraps of wood with all the nails sticking out. Basically the whole house was structurally unsound and I think the only thing that kept the second floor up was my blissful unawareness of the true state of affairs. At least now the second floor is completely level and I got a nice new solid staircase.

The only artifacts we found were beer cans in the wall of the kitchen, dating to the pull-tab era. I was hoping some things I'd lost, like three brand new forks would be rediscovered, but they never showed up...

During college my friends and I shared a 5 bedroom flat in an old Victorian converted for student housing. One night while procrastinating from studying for exams, we went into the basement and opened the door to the crawlspace under the stairs.

Turns out the landlord had thrown everything left behind by the various students over the years under the stairs. We found a box of CDs, posters, furniture, etc... we had a blast going through the stuff in there. I still have a couple of those 'found CDs'.

Man... all we found was the former kitchen wallpaper hidden behind the oven (no joke, huge orange and brown flowers with silver accents, unbelievably seventies), and the girl who had lived there before had graffiti'd all over the inside of one of the closets. I added my own graffiti, of course.

Now that we're moving, I'm kind of sad we painted over it.

Mine is a super sad crappy apartment story. An apartment so sketchy that when my friend (who rented it before I moved in)first saw it I made a comment to the affect of it being avaliable because someone was killed in it. And they were. I took the bedroom and found her work badge and a closet splattered with blood in places the landlord couldn't be bothered to clean up. The killer (her boyfriend high on crack) had also left a pair of socks. The saddest part was her roasary beeds still hanging from the window. I'm not religious at all but the thought of someone throwing them out after what happened to her made me so sad I still have them. Ten years later.

I live in a hundred year old house in Canada. There is a "room" in my unfinished basement that may have been cold storage. It has a dirt floor and what looks almost like a shoddily built wooden compost bin inside. It's filled with dirt and rocks and I sorta think someone's buried there. I just closed the rickety door to that room and piled up wooden crate shelving in front of it. Outta sight, outta mind?

I keep running into religious iconography - saints' medals, tiny crucifixes, and in my current home, a cache of letters to the former owner from a niece in a convent who was being visited by the Virgin Mary.

On another note, I cleared out my mother's handmade home some years back to prepare it for sale. As a thoughtful gesture, I gathered all the drawings and blueprints of the house, put them into a binder for the new owners and left them behind on the kitchen counter.

A few days after the possession date, I fell upon a letter my mother had written to me years before when she was building the house and gasped when I got to the part where she described with glee that she was adding a super-secret hidey hole behind a false wall in a closet. Oopsies.

While replacing old drywall my husband found an old glass milk bottle. It was so dirty, but after a good cleaning I noticed that the bottle had been dated on the bottom. It was from 1964, which is the year our house was built.

Also, while digging through the front yard flower beds and in areas in the backyard I keep finding marbles!

Awesome stories!

I don't quite remember where my mom found this, but my grandfather is an antique dealer who has owned many Victorian homes and estates in the New York, New Hampshire, Vermont area, so I think this may have been something he found. It's so cool I have to share! So my mom gave me this Art Noveau era ( late 1800s) purse while she was going through some old things since she knows I collect antiques. So I open it and there are two post cards dates 1915 and 1911! On the cover of one is a floral background with a man sitting looking solemn with three beautiful women of the time standing behind him looking giggly. There is text underneath it reading "Gee! I wish I had a girl" On the back is a letter, dated April 3rd 1915
" Kind friend, How are you getting along these nice days? Now excuse me for asking questions! but do you sign your name 'who' are/ from 'who'? If so, well it's alright. You can guess from who, let me know. Answer soon. Signed Miss Sofie Boethin

The second from Chicago in April at 10:00 am 1911 is difficult to read, but what I can makeout says something about love " I love...Love made a..spoke you.." Then signed Miss Ella Valker Humboldt. On this one you can tell the person used a pen that you have to dip into ink because at first the writing starts out dark, and as they continue it gets lighter and more faint til they sign the name and address. My grandfather also lived in alot of abandoned mansions in New England I think it was, because back in the 1940's or something the rich tycoons were found out, and had to abandon all their expensive possessions and move to other, more humble homes. ( the story is patchy, sorry for the bad description) My grandfather was a young man then, and would go to these mansions that were being gutted, huge ivory laden banisters and staircases ripped out and sold by demolition companies, brass and gold bed frames hauled out by the dozens in the multi room mansions, huge marble statues from the private gardens, expensive kitchenware, hearths, automobiles, furs, clothing, furniture, jewelry, the works, all were left behind and "pickers" like my grandfather would come and take items that were left over by the truckload to sell at auctions ( this was legal at the time) and sometimes groups of them would stay in these mansions in their many rooms and have parties that lasted all night and everyone would wake up in the morning with more stuff and leave to the auction houses. This was the beginning of how my grandfather became an Item with a woman whos husband was a writer for hollywood in california but that is another story! All in all, there are so many incredible things he has found in his travels and I'm very thankful some of them have been relayed to me!

I lived in a student rental that used to be a farm house but was now surrounded by 50's war cottages. A lot of random things from previous tenants such as 90s computers. But one day we decided to brave the attic. There was a table in there that would not have fit in the attic access (original access with square cut nails), a crystal wall scone, a box with some research I discovered was for an enamel hair brush set, and creepily a leather medical wrist restraint. I also found a scyth in the backyard which I kept.

When I was about 11 years old, my family moved into an old farmhouse. I found a little leather-bound copy of "A Tale of Two Cities" in the attic - the pages were printed and folded before being bound, and most of them were still uncut and unread. I kept it and still have it on a bookshelf in our library.

In the first house my husband and I bought, we found a lot of trash in the attic crawspace - and a small box of vintage (and mostly broken) Christmas ornaments. One of them was intact - a lovely blue glass heart with glass glitter and a cool little metal cap in the shape of a star. It's gone on our Christmas tree every year.

In our current house - a 1909 Craftsman - there was a terrible renovation done in the 1970s. However, when renovating the unfinished basement we found a wooden top to what was once an apple box. It has a bluebird on it and "Wenatchee Apples" printed in red. It's now in the wall in our kitchen.

Oh, and a few little kid toys have been found in our backyard and garden - the top to a vintage Fisher Price hammer, a very old Army Guy, and marbles. :)

One of my friends was moving into her new house in town and upon giving the attic bedroom's closet a closer inspection, she found a hidden crawl space. It wasn't more than 2 feet high by 4 feet wide and a few feet deep, but she found an old paper box from the '70s with stacks and stacks of '70s soft-core porn inside. Weird and pretty shady, but still a fun/interesting story to tell! It had probably been a teenage boy's room up there and he hid his stash and left/forgot about it.

We found a dime bag of coke in a closet drawer. Not even kidding.

A crack pipe in a bathroom under sink cabinet just days after my M.I.L. had decided to "help" me organize our newlywed apartment. I actually freaked out and thought....do I really know this man that is my husband? Yeah. I overreacted but the apt. Managers got an earfull about how poorly they cleaned up!

we just purchased a house that was built in 1924, & so far haven't come across anything out of the ordinary, but we didn't buy it from the original owners either. in the house i grew up in, when we tore it down to renovate, we found a wallet (empty) & horsewhip inside the walls

Just moved into a new place and found a chocolate fondue thingymajig in a hard-to-get-to kitchen cupboard.

A cesca chair with broken caning. A hatbox with two hats in it. A bookcase full of books dating back to the thirties.

I found a Hank Aaron rookie card in the baseboards of my kitchen, sadly only worth about $1.50.

When we remodeled our kitchen, we tucked a newspaper and a photo of ourselves in a plastic bag behind the drywall we were repairing. Sadly, it was the day after the Columbine massacre, so the headline was lurid.

In my previous flat, my cat found and threw on the floor while walking on top of the cupboards, a used syringe. I was freaked out.

The previous owner's journal, which consisted of many pages full of relationship angst typed while she was working as a temp and very bored.

Some human...um...excrement, to be polite. It was under a toilet that had never been properly connected to the waste pipe. It was very dried up and had been there for many, many years. I was doubled over laughing as my husband at the time picked it up (with gloved hands!!) and put it in a trash bag.

That was during DIY renovations. We also found a paper wasp nest between the attic rafters when we broke through the ceiling while adding a bathroom to the house. It was HUGE, like 12" x 18". Fortunately it was empty.

In the process of opening a wall, my neighbors found a painted swastika behind some drywall. The previous owner was detective who still owns a two-flat on our street.

Underneath all this...

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(and also under 120 years' worth of dark-brown-almost-black varnish), we found this:

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A very happy surprise, and who would have covered up that floor after taking the time and effort to install it?

I purchased my condo from the brother of the woman who passed away after a ambulance ride to the hosptial; she never came home. My understanding is that she was a hoarder and it took the brother almost 1-1/2 years (on and off) to clear out the place. I found really old black and white family photos and 3 nickels. 2 nickels are dated 1940 and 1 is dated 1943. She had a note attached that said something like so and so's (can't remember the name) 1st wages. 15 cents for a day's work! I'm now sorry I didn't keep the note but I kept the nickels and photos. I plan on framing the nickels just to keep 'her' spirit alive. I Googled them and they are worth $1.45 each.

I once rented a WWII era apartment with wood floors and the fold out ironing board and telephone niche. Adorable, and at the time I was so excited about it.
The previous renters left behind a few sheets of poster board for some reason.
When moving out of that apartment, I left my microwave and the landlady was mad enough at me (for not moving out with like a fully paid month remaining on my lease... whatever) that she deducted $50 from my deposit for "disposal costs" of a tiny microwave...

An original oil painting of Tom Selleck as Magnum PI, done by the previous owner. We spied it hanging haphazardly in the garage during our initial walk though and asked that it be included in the sale. The owner, an 85-year-old woman whose other art was making porcelain crosses with profiles of Jesus painted on them, balked and nearly canceled the sale, claiming Magnum was worth $500. We didn't fight her. But I found out when the estate sale was planned and was first to arrive. Magnum was hanging on the dining room wall, priced at $75. I grabbed him and paid full price, and the sale organizer threw in a paper and ink study the woman had done before committing the mustachioed crime-fighter to canvas. Magnum hung proudly alongside the fireplace for several years until he was displaced by a bookcase. He rests in the office, waiting until I figure out his new place of prominence. He is our spirit guide.

In this apartment, two things. 1. Dead cockroaches in the kitchen cabinets that had actually been painted over and 2) a pair of flipflops my size which I wear daily. In our last house, the previous owner proudly showed us that he had filled the large vanity with rolls of toilet paper - there was enough to last for several months. Wow. :)

Back in the UK, in one house we wallpapered every room. But before we did we graffitied all the walls. As this was over thirty years ago, I'm sure our graffiti has been discovered by now...

In a crevice of my 1920 basement I found, wrapped in a hand-stiched flannel holder, a bamboo fly ffishing rod. Assembled, it must be 12 to 14 feet in length, and in great condition.

We just moved into a house previously owned by an older Chinese-American couple who had been there for 20 years and had filled the house with stuff that my husband said reminded him of the houses he'd visited when he lived in Nanjing (lots of inlaid wood and mirrored headboards, multiple rice cookers and soy milk makers, etc.) They took most of the stuff, but left behind a well-used wok, a carved-wood chair with a red pleather cushion, several page-a-day calendars from the local Asian grocery store, and a large sign that has the character for "luck" (which also happened to be their last name.) We got rid of most of the stuff, but we're keeping the chair and the "luck" sign--I hope it's a good omen! (It certainly beats the large pair of men's underpants we found in the bathroom vanity, right?)

I (and my partner) moved into our 1954 California ranch-style house in 2009. We didn't find any super treasures, but there were definitely some odd things uncovered during the course of our initial renovations. The weirdest of these was probably the giant landscape photo poster behind the paneling and insulation that the previous owners had installed on the inside of the garage door. We also discovered some gaudy pink shelf paper with fish on it in the kitchen, along with several generations of wallpaper underneath a layer of paint. OH and then we also found some enormous un-fired shotgun shells in a bedroom closet, which we ended up passing on to a neighbor who worked with the police department.

In our WW2 era house, behind the baseboard in the smaller bedroom I found an ID necklace, dog-tag style, with that address and a girl's name on it. The previous owner's, I figured, so I got in the phone book and called the only one with that last name. An older woman answered, and was pretty wary; why did I want to talk to her daughter?

I explained the find, and she told me she and her husband were the original owners of the house, in 1948. The ID necklace was their daughter's, who lost it on her first day of kindergarten, back then. She and I were both intrigued by it all, and we talked quite a while. Turned out her husband came back from the war, went to the local University, and became a pretty famous, world-class engineer, who had done some pretty well-known buildings. We keep the ID necklace in a special drawer, and show it off to visitors.