It began with globes. Then it was maps. Then it was antique collectibles from the World’s Fair, and from there it was just about anything they could get their hands on. All my life, my parents have been collectors, amassing everything from a golf course windmill, to “Buildings of Disaster,” to bank giveaways from the midcentury, to folk art from around the world. Today, my Dad’s office is a shrine to a life spent collecting – a personal museum fit for a museum designer.