You Were Probably a Stamp Collector As Well
February 7th, 2012
Remember what stamp collecting was like back in the 60’s?
Back in the sixties collecting stamps was all the rage. There were articles in the newspapers and every city had stamp dealers. Most of the collectors did it for the hobby while others thought about future values. 50 years later I’m sitting with a cupboard full of stamp albums. Stamp collecting went out of fashion when countries began issuing huge numbers of stamps. The hobby also faded against the competition of electronic games and computers.
I never thought twice
I too moved into the computer age, and my stamp collection occupied valuable space in my study. I knew it was there within easy reach any time I got the urge to pull out the magnifying glass and check the little pieces of paper for a misprint that would make it worth millions. The years passed and every time I saw my wife eyeing the stamp cupboard while in search of extra storage space, I would quickly explain that inside the cupboard was not a stamp collection, but our retirement fund.
I take a Payday Loan to make sure
Last summer when the humidity went through the roof I thought of all those mint stamps and how the humidity might be affecting them. I decided to hermetically seal the stamp cupboard and I called in a carpenter for a quotation. The price was horrendous. My wife yelled about the new shoes that I had nixed the week before. Our retirement fund, I explained and settled with the carpenter.
Back to the future
With possible humidity damage to my valuable stamp collection safely behind me, I went back to writing the great American novel. I was on page 323 and all was going according to plan. There were a few anxious moments like when the sub-prime mortgage scandal surfaced. I read the papers, shuddered, cast a glance at my hermetically sealed retirement fund and started a new chapter, always a milestone event. I reckoned I was halfway through the story and that the second half would be a breeze.
More money problems
One day there was a twitch on the stock exchange where the other half of my retirement fund was living in secure comfort. I groaned, sent a few choice four-letter words in the direction of Wall Street and lovingly stroked the stamp cupboard. We don’t need that old stock exchange, do we? I whispered. Cupboard remained silent but I took it that he agreed. I continued with chapter 59.
Out for dinner
At the Simpsons the other evening I was introduced to Phil, a well-known philatelist. I settled back to let him bring me up to date on the stamp market and my collection. It didn’t take long. “It’s all gone down the drain. Very few stamps have any value. The whole market collapsed,” he explained angrily. I guess he had a retirement fund as well.
Now what?
I grabbed my wife and we raced home. Between us we typed the final chapter of the novel, leaving out the last 200 pages. I need an editor urgently. I want this book, aka my retirement fund, in the bookstores by Easter.
This entry was posted
on Tuesday, February 7th, 2012 at 5:21 am and is filed under Business, Economy, Employment, Finance, Money, Payday Loans, Personal / Internet.
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
Leave a Reply
Comment