Long before man learned how to hunt and kill, our ancestors were all gatherers. We gathered berries, fruits, anything we could in order to survive. When we reached the ages of creating places to live for ourselves, we became collectors.
In (this story) I wrote about my being a coin collector. Other than useless copies of my old income tax returns, coins are the only thing in my possession that would qualify as a ‘collection’. I do still have the coins though my ‘collecting’ days are well behind me. Of all the memories from childhood collecting days, there is one item that remained ever-elusive. For a time we kids collected Batman trading cards. The 1966, #6 card was the only one at the time I lacked in that collection. Its title was “Chloroform Victim”. My friend Timmy had one and guarded it with his life. Continue reading