“Which one do you want?’ he yelled.
“It doesn’t matter,” I answered. “They’re all ‘Forever’ stamps. Pick one you like.”
Two days later I got a phone call from my book editor.
“I got your letter,” he said. “But it only had a ten-cent stamp on it.”
“A what?”
My son had taken it from my stamp collection—An 1847 Ben Franklin red brown in mint condition worth $2,500.00.
He used glue-stick.
I’ve never told him.