That very sentiment always sends me to thinking about my own "stuff" and how much of it really has no emtional attachment to anyone but myself. We have no children, so years from now, my "stuff" and things like photographs of a life time may fade into obscurity. Useless artifacts to the future that were precious to the past. No one will look at my uncle's Kaywoodie the same way I see it sitting on my pipe rack. To a future passerby, it will be nothing more than an old dirty white pipe that somebody left some ancient tobacco remnants in. This past flood scare here in N.E. Pa. reinforced these mental wanderings. All could be lost in a heartbeat. It is the memories that no one can physcially take away from us. I hope someday in the future obscurity of late retirement, to sit with my wife on a porch in a comfortable rocker, dog by our side, favorite pipe in my hand and smile at times gone by and memories sweet.