When I opened the package from the seller, I saw the usual things — packing peanuts and bubble wrap. Nothing remarkable. Until I pulled the sleeve back. There it was. Yellowing paper. Someone’s handwriting. Nearly a hundred years old. I didn’t even try to read it at first. I was too busy wondering. Who wrote it? Was it a store clerk?Someone at Kodak filling an order?Was it the original owner? That handwriting made it personal. Not just another old camera — someone’s camera. And for a moment, I just stood there holding it, realizing I was touching something that had already lived a long life. The box doesn’t open like…