when I first moved to Humboldt County (what a change of scene from Venice Beach, ay yi yi), I had funds to buy some good old house I could fix up. The real estate woman arranged for me to stay in a sort of humongous tract house (I hated tracts back then, would rather have a small shack) to keep the heat on, have the house be lived in while it was for sale. Three or four weeks after I moved my worldly goods into the garage and some of the house, putting up some of my paintings so as to feel, uh, human warmth, and making bread, I got a call from the RE lady that she wanted to bring a couple to see the house. I wasn't worried as the house had been on the market for (I forget) a year or two. They loved it.. (oh, crap, now what?). The what turned out to be that I could stay at the new husband's old place until I found a place of my own. Which brings the paragraph to what the thread us about: the guy's many collections....
He had a baseball card room.
He had collections of vintage shaving cream cans along the top of the downstairs bathroom walls.
He had a collection of gums in a kind of round glass display tower. That was in the dining room.
Also in the dining room, a collection of pristine beer cans of some pedigree.
He had a ZZ Top canoe in the boat house/garage. I think it was ZZ Top but I think I only looked at the canoe for a few seconds and it might be some other name.
I may be forgetting more collections - this was 17 years ago. He must have trusted me.
Weird experience but I pretty much enjoyed it. I've written about my move and his collections before on a2k, but that was a bunch of years ago.