"I always wanted one of those." For probably 38 of my 41 years, I have been a collector. Of all things. As a ten-year-old in suburban Chicago, I'm quite sure I was the only kid on the block who collected antique clay marbles, tobbacciana, and militaria along with Spiderman comics and Star Wars figures. I've had a subscription to Smithsonian since I was 11. I have always been driven to find and obtain the best of any given subject which happens to strike my fancy at the time. I'm curious about everything, often the more obscure the better. I love things that are rare, exotic, and/or authentic, that have a story behind them. Maybe it's my OCD showing its colors, but once I learn about something, I have to go out and put that knowledge to use by "stalking my prey," so to speak. And now my wife, well, you know the rest. I haven't stopped collecting, and won't stop collecting. Like my wife says, "Hager, it's never ending." I like the historical education from exploring ephemera, and the thrill o' the hunt, too much. So, since space is finite, my wife and I have decided that as things come in, things have to go. And we've opened this here little store to keep the door revolving on the collection. Do not expect any rhyme or reason; there will be everything under the sun, but rest assured all very interesting. And there will usually be several (or more) related items (often fruits of the hunt prior to finding the "Holy Grail") if you care to partake more fully. So here it is, our little shop of curios.