These are
lighthouses we saw on our trip down the North Carolina Outer Banks Coast
several years ago.
When I think
of lighthouses, I think of a family that lived around the corner from us. They moved now. One time I helped an elderly late neighbor Jim with my
pickup truck get a large French looking cabinet he bought at a garage sale around the
corner. Once inside the house I saw in
the living room bay window was a big display of little miniature light houses
of all styles. I was looking at them
and the man of the house said, "I like light houses."
No shit?!
When we
pulled away with the big piece of furniture Jim laughed, saying the guy was a
nut having such a large collection of light houses.
I thought
look who talking, who has hoarded good buys at yard sales you can hardly move
around in his enclosed carport. Jim had weedeaters, lawnmowers, blowers, pressure washers, chain-saws, and each has a story of how cheap
he paid for it. But the fact he would
have never use them, they, in my book, was very expensive.
Other people
have toy train sets with little tiny villages built that run over their basement; sweet little Barbie and Ken Dolls; houses full of barking rescued dogs;
antiques; and on and on.
And I am no
better with MAD and MAD related publication; genealogy related stuff, and
photographs.
What's your
compulsion?
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