PRIVATE COLLECTION I got tons of pictures stuffed in shoe boxes, stacked in cupboards, spread loose in the couch, lost under the bed. You know, snapshots. Goin' back to when I was a baby, an' every relative, friend in between--birthdays, Christmas, Easter, whatever, an' even some after the accident. Tons of pictures I never look at but don't have the guts to throw away. It’s hard to take seein’ What you was an’ now ain’t. Poem by Joseph Lisowski