Christmas Post # 18: It's The Force, Not An Empty Box
by Steve West on December 6, 2007
My brother is a collector of sorts. He has various bits of Civil War memorabilia, Washington Redskins gear, and science fiction flotsam from Star Trek and Star Wars. If these toys actually existed, he'd be one of the first in line. I am going to wrap a box of pebbles and dirt and call it Alderaan. That's hilarious and I bet he'll love it and center it on his mantle. Especially with the commemorative authentication certificate that I'll provide.
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Lori Lancaster | December 6, 2007
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