First, some background details. He and I lived together for about a year and a half or so about a decade ago and he was, is and will always be a collector. Our respective girlfriends at the time marveled at the dozen still-packed boxes of his stuff that literally leaned against one of our walls for the duration of our living together. Contained in these boxes were old computer mags, Pennysaver ad papers, a few gadgets, doodads, sketches (some of them old and some of them really neat) and other miscellaneous items that I can't describe in 2 words or less.