I love old things. I remember being little and someone telling me to be careful because the spirit of
the original owner may still be attached to old things. I was warned as if it were a bad thing. I always
figured their fear came from one too many cheesy horror movies. To me, a bit of that person
remaining would not be so bad. I think it's what gives the old things soul and charm. After all, a
thing is just a thing but to imagine them in use, being loved and cared for by someone all
those years ago... that is entirely
different, that is special.