Collectors

Me- Hey Dad, I'm looking for newspaper copies of my marching band
story. I know I brought some home (to MA) but now I don't have any
here (in WPB).
Dad -They're still here. Do you want me to send one to you?
Me - No, that's OK. I'll see if the office has some. Just don't throw them out.
Dad - (laughing) Sweetheart, we have never thrown anything out that
has anything to do with you.  We still have pieces of paper you
accidentally sat on when you were two.

Ah, my parents - collectors of all things fine and rare.