I watched an appraisal on TV, A small red fire truck. Paint peeling, Looking like it had made a whole bunch of kids happy, Back in the day. And the appraiser held it up for the camera, and said, "Unfortunately, there is evidence it's been played with. Somebody, at sometime, played with it, And that hurts the value." So upon learning that the worth of something Is determined by how unloved its been, Why on earth am I not on Bill Gates' money? By Mikael
