Thank Mr. Bean Before Consumer Culture Eats You

When you move as many times as I have (more than 30 to 8 different states), you collect and dispose of arguably tons of stuff. The reasons I hold on to some things are more perplexing than why and how I originally got them. One such curio is a plastic mask of Mr. Bean I got for Christmas when I lived in Detroit in 1994 (pic).

Tragic resemblance to Richard Nixon doomed Mr. Bean to the virtual attic.