I used to live next door to a Pulitzer Prize winning author and journalist,
Leland Stowe when I was a kid. He was the nice old guy next door. He gave me an antique bamboo fly rod of his and I never did much with it but store it in the garage. When I didn't take it on my first couple of trips to live in Colorado for college, my dad threw it out while cleaning the garage. I was heartbroken! He said "Well, I haven't seen you go fishing in years.". I also lost my old record collection and my
original Snurfer in the purge. Sad day.