We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This time of year I wear no jacket or coat except on the rarest of occasions. So I have only trouser pockets to inventory and a restricted list it is.
The contents of my front trouser pockets, except for the small change, are identical the The Barrister's. A small pocket knife, a wallet (various cards), and folded bills (mostly crumpled), loose outside of the wallet. They will sometimes contain change, keys, and/or phone but don't like having those things in my pockets so keep that as short term as possible.
There is rarely anything in my back pockets beyond a folded piece of paper that is needed for something in particular and will be disposed of immediately when no longer needed.
As the warm weather passes and jackets and coats become normal clothing again for the duration then pockets become great caverns of sometimes surprising contents. I will lose things that will only be found again the following fall or winter when the jacket or coat comes off its hook for seasonal use. And when skiing there is no end to what is in my pockets and there is no point asking to share, the volume of the flask is insufficient for two.