Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,
And East and West the wanderlust that will not let me be;
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-by!
For the seas call and the stars call, and oh, the call of the sky!

I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are,
But man can have the sun for friend, and for his guide a star;
And there's no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard,
For the river calls and the road calls, and oh, the call of a bird!

Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day
The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away;
And come I may, but go I must, and if men ask you why,
You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road
and the sky!
-Gerald Gould

You know how memories from childhood can linger such a very long time and have a huge impact on one's life? Well, I'm going to share one of those with you.

Every time I throw away the cardboard tube at the end of a paper towel roll I get this little twinge of regret. I feel a sudden urge to hoard it...

This is all because when we were children we traveled lots and couldn't have large pets like rottweilers or ponies. So we had rodents small. Mostly gerbils. Gerbils chew things- all night long. They chew them up and make nests out of them. So I would eagerly await the end of each paper towel roll, grab the tube and give it to my darling gerbils. They loved me for it. At least they loved my cardboard paper towel tubes.

But why should I continue to feel a need for paper towel tubes?

I'm just sayin'