Today it was ArtCraft... (early too! Thanks Mike!) Yesterday it was Pictorico. Monday it may be B&S or B&H, etc. It never fails. When the postal carrier brings a box to my door, I feel like a kid again. Nothing beats the rumble of the diesel and squeal of brakes on the big, brown UPS truck as it stops in front of my house. The guy knows me as I always meet him at the curb. Even though it symbolizes a drop in my already small bank account, it is still a thrill to cut open that box and part the popcorn packing to reveal the treasure inside. Time to brew some more Palladium Chloride, Ferric and Potassium Oxalate. Wooo Hooo!

Am I the only one that still gets this thrill after all these years?

Bill