It’s a universal law that guys love gadgets, usually defined as toys and tools.

It’s in a our DNA to get all excited when we see something shiny and has lots of moving parts.

I suspect that’s why we like women in sequins.

It doesn’t make a lot of difference if it’s actually something we need – it’s now something we want.

And if you’re a manly-man you never throw any of them out.

Remember – he who dies with the most toys wins.
I’m sure it’s written on a tablet somewhere.

If you were to look at my garage you would see I’m very proud to be probably in the Top 10.

I have stuff in boxes that go back so far I don’t remember what’s inside.

The wife keeps nagging me to throw some of it out.

How could I do that?

I don’t know what’s inside and it could be something important and shiny and maybe I’ll need it some day.

She’s been the benefit of this inventory when she needed something like a 3-prong globstapper measuring device at 10:30 at night.

I produced one from a box inside 20 minutes.

I have computer parts that go back almost 35-years.

One never knows when I might need them or have to modify them into something else for a particular purpose unknown to me at the present time.

One must always be prepared.

I suspect the NSA is monitoring me carefully because of my garage.

I prefer to think the true measure of a person’s acquisitiveness resides in his garage.

The NSA looks at it as when someone has boxes of unknown electronic parts it never can be sure what they might be up to.

Given the paranoia in Washington right now I could well the #1 “listen and follow” suspect.

Another honor in a life filled with them.

While I don’t remember, I could have bought something a long time ago when it was legal but now brands me as some sort of evil anarchist.

Normally that would be good reason to throw some of it out but I’m sure they are going through the garbage at the dump just waiting to catch me making a mistake.

One can’t be too careful.

For that reason I’m going to keep my stuff where it is.