I’m not claustrophobic or anything, but I’m beginning to think our place is too small. It isn’t really; we just have too much junk. I could speak only for myself, but I won’t. A few weeks ago, Sarge spent a day or two making the Reading Room look, well, like a room. He put photos up and everything. One of them is actually a collage, because I have a crafty cousin who does that sort of thing. I do not.…
