For the longest time, people have collected things, just for fun. Butterflies. Buttons. Beer bottles. String wrapped into balls.
Umbrellas, matchbooks, model airplanes. You name it, somebody probably collects it. It’s not just an American thing, but we go a little nuts with it.
Surely the first prize for fanatical collecting goes to a fellow in New York City who calls himself “Inspector Collector.” On an Internet website by that name, he shows photos and tells little stories about the many, many things he hangs onto.
Menus from Chinese restaurants, for instance. Rubber bands, pencils, scissors
