My husband is convinced that if not for him, I would have suffered the same fate as Mr. Morris of the Bronx at some point in my life. But he tends to exaggerate.

I was reading through the saga of Mr. Morris' rescue (registration required) and I realized that there's more here than meets the eye and that I shouldn't just poke fun. Imagine the discipline it would take to hold onto every piece of paper that came into your hands over 10 -- TEN -- years. I can't stand holding magazine inserts for more than a few seconds -- seconds I said. And this guy keeps whatever paper he finds for a decade? Truly amazing.