Nah, I understand -- though I'm still fairly young, I collected a lot of records in high school and college. I recently moved into a Manhattan apartment. Guess

Nah, I understand -- though I'm still fairly young, I collected a lot of records in high school and college. I recently moved into a Manhattan apartment. Guess what? Most of my records are now in my parents' basement. Book-wise, most are also at my parents' house, though I have a couple of fairly large art/photography books lined up precariously on the floor of my apartment. I mostly brought up the dad thing because it actually happened a few months ago. I was visiting my parents and my dad, out of the blue, asks if I've read any Hemingway. I tell him I haven't, and he replies in a very out-of-character way that "Do you wanna be a Real Man? Real Men read Hemingway. Hold on..." He goes to the large bookshelf in another room, grabs a book of short stories, and plops it on the table. Out-of-character because the standard arrangement is me lending him sci-fi books for him to slowly read as he dozes off over the course of a few months. I've been slowly reading through the Hemingway stories on the train and I sometimes notice inscrutable/unreadable notes and underlines on some of the stories.