When we were little, my older brother and I discovered an old drawer in my Grandma's back room. To her, the things inside were just dusty old nothings...but to us, they were treasures. We pretended to be detectives and created stories that went along with each newspaper clipping or photo we found. My stories were never as inventive as my brother's. I remember digging deep and finding an old rusty watch. It was as if I had found a million bucks. We were so excited to run and show everyone our fancy finds. Not much has changed for me...as you will see.