Not only did Dad keep every golf club [1], CD and book [2] he ever owned, but also every pair of glasses, numbering at least a dozen.
[I don't think I can fill Dad's glasses. Were yuuuuuge glasses a thing in the 70s? I want to think so, because I don't think Dad ever got beyond the 70s in terms of style.] [3]
For a guy that wanted to live a minimal lifestyle, he sure kept a lot of stuff.
Also, our garage now smells of stale cigarette smoke. Blech.