Not really destroyed, but gotten rid of in a twisted coming-of-age story.
The summer after I started college I was living in the city and really really dirt poor, and I finally had to go down to Powell’s Books in Portland and sell the Dungeons and Dragons rulebooks I’d had since 4th grade in order to have enough money to take the bus to job interviews (places like McDonald’s, who still wouldn’t hire me).
And now in graduate school there are a bunch of people with the same misspent childhood wanting to play a game for hoots, and no one had a DM’s guide.
(Pathetic Geek Stories, right here on the SDMB)
Sorry, I know this is a week old, but I mostly read IMHO and the Pit only on weekends.
I love to collect novelty glassware, but it took me a long time to learn not to use it for its avowed purpose! I had a souvenir glass from the Nedick’s on the observation deck of the Empire State building. I’d had it a few years when I was carrying it into the kitchen to the dishwasher. It fell from my hand, don’t know how, and defenestrated. I regret that to this day, especially since I’ve been told that there no longer is a Nedick’s in the ESB. In fact, does Nedick’s survive at all? Mr. Rilch and I had four McDonald’s Camp Snoopy glasses, which we bought at a reasonable price from one of those comics/collectables stores that cater to Gen-Xers. Now, the one that survives sits on a bookshelf, where we won’t forget and use it. We also had a set of cocktail glasses portraying scenic views in Pittsburgh (go ahead and laugh); the dishwasher claimed three of the four.
But the real heartbreak was the bud vase. One year, the Apple Festival contracted a glassblower. I watched him make this vase, and it was so precious to me. Old enough to be sentimental but not practical, I kept it on an unstable rack in my bedroom. Then I bumped the rack when I was vacuuming. Big twelve-year-old me, who no longer cried, except at sad movies and songs, and then silently, burst into my mom’s den howling and wailing.
Also, Mr. Rilch recently discovered that a sump pump leak in his mom’s basement essentially destroyed all the art he’d left there. Not the jewels in his crown; those are out here, but valuable to him. When informed, his mom said, “Oh, I’ve got to get that pump fixed.” :mad:
Dolores Claiborne–
is the Gravy Dinghy and the Gravy Tug still intact?
sorry… couldn’t help myself…
I had a green glo-worm since I was 3. When I was 8 we aquired a keeshond puppy who loved th thing. I decided that his happiness was more important than my attachment of my glo-worm. I still miss that damn glo-worm. His little eyes half closed, green and fuzzy…
I can’t beleive i’m 20 and getting tears in my eyes!