So a year ago or so I got lucky and found a Rubbermaid tub of roleplaying books in my local area. The gentleman selling just wanted to get rid of the books, or rather his wife wanted them gone, so I got the whole lot of nearly 40 books for $130. Score!
I've pulled the 1st Ed. AD&D books off the shelves a number of times with the intent of photographing them for eBay, only to put them back. There's just something about the orange spines, the tiny print inside, and the ink line art that tugs at my adolescent memories and makes me say "nah, I'll keep these". I know that Legends & Lore is useless (who needs the stats for a god?). I've looked through Oriental Adventures and rolled my eyes. I previously owned the Dungeoneer's and Wilderness Survival Guides and got rid of them in a prior collection purge. So why are these so hard to part with?
The Greyhawk books (Adventures hardback and City of... Boxed Set) are the most potentially useful, since Greyhawk was always my setting of choice. Still, I haven't had a solid gaming group for almost two decades and work commitments means that probably won't change. The likelihood of another GH campaign seems extraordinarily thin. Yet they're still on the shelf...
I'm generally done with class-and-level games, and I think of all the pdfs of new-fangled rules-lite games I could buy with the money I get from the sale of these books (and based on recent eBay, they would sell). Something is holding me back however. Nostalgia? Or are there hidden repositories of ideas buried in these books, detected by my gaming subconscious? What would you do?