Or is that stamp-a-holic? Perf-ert?
I've recently realized that there is no time of the day I am not thinking about stamps. I dreamed I was at an auction last night, and couldn't remember my number!
Recently I was cruising
ebay (that in itself sounds perverse) and just HAD to buy something. The problem was I had very little cash in my paypal account. (My wife and I have an agreement. I only buy stamps online with funds from paypal. This saves me from myself and protects our credit card.)
I had only $1.59 in the account (as part of my coming clean, I don't mind sharing my financials with you) and was desperate to spend it on something.
So eventually I clapped eyes on this beautiful ugly cover.

It's yellowed (so is the stamp) and nibbled by bugs. The stamp, a US 1c blue Franklin from the 1890-93 small bureau series, is certainly no rarity. But, IT WAS CHEAP!
My meager funds would cover the base bid and shipping. So I clicked. I raised my paddle. My palms were sweaty, my knees trembled. Much to my surprise, a couple of days later, no one else had bid! Go figure.
And now it's mine. A symbol of my addiction.
Is it possible for something this unattractive and worthless to become a jewel in my collection?
Why not, I say!
Goes to show you. An addict like me can find beauty in even the tawdriest places.
I do find the address interesting. Wood's Station Lodge No. 233 F.H.M., Rock Springs Georgia. Anyone know what F.H.M. stands for?
Now on to my next fix...