I was thinking of that incident as I wrote, and considered whether to mention it. It wasn’t valuable except sentimentally; it was a pasta bowl an old gf had given him before she died. I didn’t precisely drop it. It was overhead in a vertical storage cabinet with baking sheets, and when I pulled out a metal pan, it brought the pasta bowl down with it. I still feel bad about it, but I’m not sure to blame my general clutziness or that it would have been better off stored elsewhere. I didn’t know it was there — not my kitchen — and it was just a sad thing.