Chandler walked into his office carrying a heavy box full of papers.
"Here you go, the 1967 ad campaign, box one…"
"Nora kept all that?" Don asked.
"No, this is the first box," Chandler said.
"Can't you get someone else to bring those in?"
"Everyone's at lunch right now."
"Maybe find a dolly? It doesn't seem very efficient carrying it box by box."
"No one can ever find the dolly," Chandler explained. "And it's not like we deal with that many physical copies these days."
"True. Everything is just a hard drive failure away from being lost forever."
Don began pulling papers out of the box, examining them.
"I didn't know you were so tech savvy."
"Not really, I read some magazine article about the coming digital dark age, that's all."
Chandler nodded. "I'll go get the next box."
As he brought in the next box, Don was reading through a galley copy of a novel that Chandler wished he didn't instantly recognize.
"You're reading that? I'm sorry."
Don looked up. "I read it forty years ago, too. It's really pretty good."
"I've heard that, but I'll pass."
"Fair enough. How many boxes are there?"
"Two more. Do you think this will be useful?"
"I think so. We were talking about either going for nostalgia or satire, and either way, I think we can use a lot of the old campaign. The aesthetic is current again, anyway."
"Mid Century Modern revival, got it," Chandler called out as he walked out for the next box. "Smut for the next generation."
"I hope you're joking," Don said.