I have a Winnie the Pooh sitting in my room. He doesn't really sleep with me, but watches over the place. He came with me to the WoR in Alta last month.

There is also a small collection of stuffed animals in my computer room all around the place, mostly national park souvenirs and "Metlife" Snoopys.

Money talks, but all it tells me is goodbye.

If I could meet myself as a boy...