A long while ago, over 30 years if my memory still serves me, I fell head over heals in love with Opus. Doonesbury was my favorite cartoon and Opus was the wisest of waterfowl. I especially loved him when he was a lawyer. "I object! I object to the question, I object to the form of the question, I object to object!" Or something like that.
I had that cartoon strip taped to the inside of my storage closet at the Public Defender's office for years.
To get an idea of how long this has been going on, the volleyball team that I played on in law school was called Penguins in Bondage and our shirts had Opus with a ball and chain around his neck. We thought it was hysterical. Others didn't share that opinion.
Anyway, one of my public defender colleagues took a shine to my fascination with Opus and bought me a wonderful Opus t-shirt.
And my collecting life began.
One glass penguin here, one china penguin there. A little Waterford crystal, a little cloisonne there. And it just sort of grew. And grew.
At one point I had toy penguins. But as the artistic collection grew the toys were abandoned.
We bought some really incredible sculptures, too
But I kept on getting penguins. My brother found a little tiny one at a truck stop. He had one made out of a pine log. It fishes in my living room to this day!
The Spouse was always finding odd and unique ones.
Except for one more addition. A Valentine's Day present from my sweetie that he found in Monterey while we are at the conference.
I did tell you that I went for the odd or original, didn't I?