As you may know by now, there are some strange facts about me. One of these facts is that I like to collect license plates. I don’t have too much of an extensive collection, but here are the ones I do have:
The Connecticut plate was given to me a long time ago by Beth, who once lived there. I found the Georgia plate lying on the ground behind a car dealership in Florida during a spring break with my family, possibly in seventh grade. The New York plate was ours when we lived in Latham, NY. The plate was on our red Subaru station wagon. The blue New Jersey plate used to be on a car my father had, either the BMW or the Porsche. My old Toyota Celica was the owner of the yellow New Jersey plate until I finally got rid of that car last November to buy my Honda Civic. And lastly, the Pennsylvania tag was given to me by Stacey. It’s from when she was going to grad school at Carnegie Mellon University.