What is it that makes Felicity collectors so fricking insane?

Who on earth pays $239 for a set of plastic food? Or even thinks anyone else would pay that?

I went up to Concord with my mother, to apply at a certain apartment complex. We also went to the Dept. of Education because she had to pick something up there. A lot of the state offices are housed in the old State Hospital grounds. A sprawling, redbrick and white gingerbread trim, notoriously haunted example of Victorian creepiness.

I'd like to go back some time and get lots of good pictures.