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It’s a small room at the far end of a sprawling ranch house in beautiful Far Hills, New Jersey. It’s the first door on your left as you walk into the house from the garage. There are bookcases from Ballard Design catalog attached to the wall behind where I sit. They are filled with books and photographs, some framed, some in photo albums, some in boxes. One shelf holds my “cheap souvenir” collection.
I have the Statue of Liberty, the Golden Gate Bridge, The Empire State Building, the Eiffel Tower, the Coliseum, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, Big Ben, the Duomo from Florence, the Freedom Tower, a bunch of shot glasses from around the world as well as a few ashtrays. I’ve tried to only add items to the collection that were priced under ten dollars.
The most expensive item on the shelf is a ruby red glass canoe that says “Compliments of Redford, NY”. I paid forty bucks for it in a rare exception to my under ten bucks rule because it was too beautiful and campy not to add to the collection. I’ve never been to Redford, NY. I bought the canoe in an antiques store in Lake Placid.
Another shelf is home to my framed photos of my friends the Lame Dames. I have two friends I met in online stroke support groups. Each of us had severe strokes at age 35. Amelia…
