Some idiot broke into my parents' apartment when they were in grad school (since when do students have anything worth stealing?). I think they were mad at the slim pickings because they took a bunch of sentimental stuff--class ring, some keepsake coins (ordinary wheatback pennies given by great-grandmothers), a string of old glass beads. My parents didn't even own a TV, and you just don't get that much for reselling textbooks . . .