From the Globe and Mail comes the story of a lifelong pack rat who, after he'd died of old age, left behind stuff stacked all over the house including a comic book collection worth an estimated US$2.5 million.
"Yes!" I shout. Vindicated at last in my hoarding ways.
Then from beyond the door of your humble e-scribbler's pack rat nest comes the voice of She Who Must Be Obeyed:
"Yes, nothing. No one in their right mind will pay 25 cents for that stack of ten year old Telegrams around you, will they. And that collection of every term paper you wrote twenty years ago won't even start a good bonfire."
Suitably brought back to reality, it's time to go lug rocks around the garden.
*Sigh*