Hi Y'all,

     Pop's went next door to return a hammer he borrowed last week.  He's been gone for several hours so I'm sure he's off shopping somewhere and I thought I'd take this time to talk to you about collecting.   I do tease Pop a lot about dragging home truckloads of sports cards and sports figures in flats, boxes, cases and crates.  He has also shown up with old gardening tools, books, plaques, bike parts, old LP's, wall hangings, pictures and other such precious items-- but if you could see the big smile on his face and that little dance he does when he pulls out an "unexpected insert" or a "Rookie Card" he's been looking for. . . well, its ALMOST worthwhile.  You know --now that I think about it---that was our hammer he took next door!

     Somebody explain it to me.  Why do people collect?  Everytime Pop brings home another item or hundred for his collection he says " They didn't have this when I was a little boy."  I've concluded that Pop is either an alien- raised on a far away planet - -- or he was born in the year "zero" --because they didn't have nothin'.

     I have to admit that Pop is quite the man.  He loves talking with other collector's and spreading his pearls of wisdom, (he calls them pearls--I have called them a few other things over the decades).

     Well, if you happen to see PoP, please, give him half a sandwich (he hasn't had any lunch) and send him home.  It time for his medication.

Thanks,

Momma'