I remember when the circus came to town once a year. Posters glued to walls promised elephants, smithers of stamford fire breathers, acrobats — and always clowns. Looking at the trunk feels like it was there backstage, stuffed with costumes and props, waiting for the show to begin.<br>
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Trunks aren’t just places to keep things. They’re time capsules. Before plastic tubs filled every house, trunks were the way people travelled.