Thirty-three years ago when I first met my now late wife, she saw my two-room apartment, the living room set up as my bedroom and the bedroom full of 1/16 farm toys on shelves and the floor. She left looking quite sickly.

(It turns out that she was sick, but not from seeing my bad addiction.

) So now that I am a widower and have the basement full, an 800 square foot train layout, and shelves UPSTAIRS displaying farm toys and AFVs, I can really test the ladies' tolerance.

Did I mention that I am alone now?
