I have talked a lot about my love of books. If you are like me, they do become a bit of an obsession. An addiction even. The rule around my house is "if you buy it you read it"- I'm pretty religious about that too, though there is the occasional book that I have to abandon after a bit. That's rare though.
Books are special, and I love a unique book too. I love signed books, and books with a little something more to them. I have a few books signed by the author, and I have books signed by people mentioned in the volume or associated with it. A particular favorite of mine is a signed Meatloaf biography- I keep the photo of me with him as he signed it in the book.
I have some special magazines too. Some signed, some about a family member or friend....
I also have some nice programs and Playbills from here and there.
As a packrat, I save just about everything. I have programs with event tickets, signed by athletes and actors. They all mostly have little financial value, but they have a lot of sentimental value to me.
Recently, at a favorite used bookstore, I found several nice Broadway Playbills for a buck each. I looked inside, and some even had the event tickets tucked away.
I greedily bought most, as they were plays that I like, or have some interest in anyway.
BUT, I thought of the person who accumulated the nice collection. I hate to say it, but I pretty much assume that they probably passed away, and a family member sold this nice collection to the bookstore, probably in an effort to downsize and move on.
If they did pass away, I hope they know that I appreciate their leftover souvenirs.
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