My interest has been simply the history and keeping these artifacts safe. I consider my self the Noah of this segment of the past. How much money is enough I am not losing weight and what ever I want I can get. Should the time come when I decide to liquidate this junk, perhapes I will, I do sell some, more for fun and to allow someone to scratch an itch. I know how badly the desire for something rare can itch. I have attempted to do everything I can think of to share these items with posterity ( museums ect) they just cannot understand someone just wanting to do something positive for his fellow man. They really are victims of our society and deserve pity, if I told you how badly I have been treated you would be amazed. perhapes when the time comes I will dig a large pit fill it full of history jump in after it and fill it with concrete for another age to enjoy. Hey maybe by then they will have the DNA thing figured out and they can bring me Walt disney and Ted Williams all back together. Perhapes they could clone us into one person who could draw cartoons, hit a ball 500 feet and have a big mouth.
Where are these people who liked Felix the cat going, hell by now you would think they would all be dead. You know I do not really care about the value of what this stuff is now ( the day may come when I do and I will be glad to have access to it but for now.), I would give it all to bring back one dead soldier from Iraq or even be able to give that soldier a moment more to say good bye to his family. As little as this means to me now imagine how little it will mean to me when I pass. I have seen a lot of sadness and I often regress and find myself not in my normal frolicsome frame of mind. (Actually I am anything but frolicsome at anytime.). In any event I try to remember what my mother who's favorite characters are Betty Boop and Auntie Mame always says. Life is a giant Banquet Buffet open to all and people are walking around starving. LT