ROMPEX, The Rocky Mountain Stamp Show is Denver's big yearly stamp show. It was held May 18-20 at Holiday Inn at DIA.
I went on Saturday and didn't buy a thing. It saddens me, I would really like to get back into stamps, but everything seemed too expensive, too organized. I began selling off my stamps simply because I needed the money. I still have a bunch of stamps, and I will start big collecting again, but for now my spare time is spent in working overtime. If I could spend time selling stamps, that would be much more pleasurable, and maybe I could then add to my own collection as well.
Maybe after the death of Everett Maddock has passed further into history I will be able to get back into stamps on my own. I am building a page of old pictures of Everett.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Everett R. Maddock
Everett R. Maddock was my best friend. Everett died May 4 from Cancer effecting his esophagus. He had not smoked in many years. He was 1 month younger than me.
We collected stamps together. Stamp collecting has become an old man's pastime, and Everett always liked to encourage young people to collect. He encouraged everyone he knew to collect, he felt that sharing his hobby would enrich our lives. He was right. We had very different collecting interests, but in the end we collected the same things: just about everything.
When I first knew Everett, he was a Dispatcher at Yellow Cab. He knew every nook and cranny in Denver, he encouraged me to do the same, and since we first met in 1988 I have lived and experienced Denver from its lowest to its highest. He went on to work with computers, and I consulted him whenever I had problems. He had worked earlier in the Medical field, and I consulted him whenever I had health problems.
Everett was a mountain. He was very tall, very large, he was more ethical than anyone else I have ever known. I will always miss him.
We collected stamps together. Stamp collecting has become an old man's pastime, and Everett always liked to encourage young people to collect. He encouraged everyone he knew to collect, he felt that sharing his hobby would enrich our lives. He was right. We had very different collecting interests, but in the end we collected the same things: just about everything.
When I first knew Everett, he was a Dispatcher at Yellow Cab. He knew every nook and cranny in Denver, he encouraged me to do the same, and since we first met in 1988 I have lived and experienced Denver from its lowest to its highest. He went on to work with computers, and I consulted him whenever I had problems. He had worked earlier in the Medical field, and I consulted him whenever I had health problems.
Everett was a mountain. He was very tall, very large, he was more ethical than anyone else I have ever known. I will always miss him.
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