He who dies with the most toys . . . still dies.
I've been making the effort to start turning the dial 180 degrees. My entire collection through my competition and hunting years was distilled to that intangible thing that filled each theoretical need for me, and as I felt I no longer had a practical reason to keep them I divested. Now, facing the inevitable that we all come to, I find myself playing the odds that I'll live long enough to be able to still enjoy some of what I have for a while, continuing to try to pry some from my grasp by classifying them as redundant or overkill. Letting more go than the now rare occasional acquisition. I can honestly say that at one time or another in the last near 50 years, I have had one or more of anything that ever truly interested me, even in passing with few exceptions. Like everyone else, a few I wish I had kept from a financial point of view, but nothing that I feel I lack today of any real significance. The ideal would naturally be to "run out of gas as I pull into the station", having disposed of everything except bequests and legacy pieces that are to go to worthy recipients at my passing. Well, one can always hope . . .
