Somewhere, in a fantasy in the back of my mind, Benson still has a warehouse in Nashville and there are dusty old boxes of Glomeratas and cool things just waiting to be rediscovered.

The other fantasy running parallel to that one is where I'm the guy that calls up there, some tired man on the other end of the line sighs, says "Come on and look over whatever you want."

At this writing, I own three or four of the Gloms these ladies are looking through.

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