David doesn't share my enthusiasm for
gathering. He refuses to carry his own bag when walking to the post office or grocery
store, and I once caught him pretending that he didn’t know me when I was crawling
around on my hands and knees collecting the most perfect sweet gum balls in front of the
Portland Art Museum. At least he puts up with my idiosyncrasies, including the very
expensive fine for collecting treasures along the freeway. The highway patrol feels that
such activities are a traffic hazard!
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