There are some objects that I have held onto over the years that I simply cannot let go. Objects that when I look at them, smell them, feel them in my hands, instantly conjure memories so vivid it is as if I have taken a step back to years gone by. I remember a Saturday morning when a few of us piled in a car and roamed the streets of Salt Lake looking for antique stores. Not such an odd activity except that we were in high school. I remember the cautious looks the store owners gave us as we would enter. What kind of trouble would we bring? This is an antique store, we sell antiques after all. Nothing of interest for a bunch of high school guys. But oh that moment when we found what we desired. The thrill of discovering a treasure that most people discarded. A rare Pez dispenser. Once we proved our knowledge and seriousness to the shop owners we graduated from punks to valued customers. If you're really interested in Pez, I might be able to get an old display stand? I have an old one that looks like a cat wearing a hat, would you be interested? Goodbye money, hello Pez.
Anyone want to go for a hunt?
