Are you jealous?
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
Pee Wee Always Gets his Mail
I used to imagine myself as a mailman. I guess the proper term today is a mail carrier. I just thought it would be a cool job to deliver parcels and letters from across the country or world to the doorstep of the recipient awaiting its arrival. I still write personal checks to pay our bills. I know I could do all of this over the internet and probably it is much faster, but the simple fact is that I enjoy mailing letters. I enjoy going to the post office thinking about the fact that for a price of a postage stamp, (46 cents today), someone is actually going to physically carry and deliver my envelope across the country. I also love looking out on my front porch to see if there are any packages that day and then the related walk to the mailbox. Oh I know, most of my mail today is junk, but I still enjoy retrieving the junk mail, even if it’s to carry it immediately to the recycle bin. Continue reading