I'm beginning to accumulate guitar picks. At the little store down the street, where I go 2 or 3 times a day, for the morning paper, my lunch, deli stuff for supper when neither of us wants to cook, etc., they got so used to finding guitar picks of mine on the floor in front of the counter, from when I'd reach into my pocket for change and one would fall out, that they now give me all the guitar picks they find. Most, but not all, were originally mine.

Peter.