Too Old To Collect?

From "Just Stuff," They Say:

Folks talk about how retiring can age a person. Just a few months, let alone a couple of years, can take a vibrant active person and shrink them into this old shell of a person we used to know. We no longer have a purpose and we fade. It's the same thing when we become 'too old to collect.' It's not just the things, but the action of collecting. If it is "I collect, therefore I am" then what's the equation when we stop?

When I get to old to drive, my kids better take turns taking the old lady rummaging. And to auctions. And to thrift stores, collectors shows and whatever else I crave. If they don't, I'll hire a damn taxi to take me all about town. To make up for the cost of the cab, I'll have to barter for better prices — but that’s part of the fun anyway. On weekdays I can have the cabby drive slowly through the parts of town which have garbage pick-ups waiting... And the taxi can be the get-away-car for dumpster dives (as quick as my brittle hips will allow). I'm not stopping collecting 'til I’m six feet under. And even then, my version of heaven has flea markets.

I concur.

And how odd is it that just after I post/link to Howard Hallis, we hear he may be forced to sell-off one of his collections?

Bone chilling thoughts.