The room is filled with squeaky, cold, brown metal folding chairs and there are a only a few empty seats. I'm seated midway in the crowd and I feel compelled to talk. Sheepishly, I raise my hand and am asked by the Leader to come up to the front to tell my story. I start by saying 7 revealing words to the crowd.
"Hi. I'm Dana, and I'm a Treasureholic.
Most people have heard the phrase, "What's one man's trash is another man's treasure." It's that way for me. I have to think that somewhere, some highly educated geneticist in some lab has isolated a specific defect in the chain of human DNA that causes this obvious genetic profile (Maybe it's shaped like an old chair that needs re-caning).
If it would make you feel better to admit that you too are a Treasureholic, and you want or must share your treasure hunting addiction, please email me treasureholic@gmail.com and I'll post your comments here in the blog.
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