The computer tale is not the story, however. The technician got me to thinking about our rock collection. My wife was as much culprit as me. Where did the sculpture, paintings, oil, watercolor, and charcoal begin? Where had the seed of an interest in art, and collecting been planted? I was startled at first because I could remember nothing in my childhood, school, or even junior college that might have infected me with a desire to collect rocks and other objects of art. Hell, I did not even collect marbles like every other boy. My best guess was World War II.