Remember those days when you'd drive your parents nuts playing with the box instead of its contents? I don't either, although I've heard it mentioned numerous times. I do remember living in a refrigerator box out in the back yard for a week: But hey, that was their toy. And they never even missed me; having too much fun playing with the crisper drawer, I suppose....
Anyway, it definitely seems to hold true of the Libby Heritage Museum's antique sparkplug collection we featured yesterday.