I've got a buddy in Portland, named Tabor Porter. He is a jewelry artist who does spectacular work. His other claim to fame is his home; he is, shall we say, a collector of things...especially unusually things. The best part of visiting Tabor (other than being served ice cream and pie with morning coffee) is that his home is a veritable smorgasbord of oddities. No matter where you look...you are bombarded with visually weird treats. In fact a 250 lb concrete Mayan head greeted me at the door. Once inside...visual overload...not a vacant spot on the wall.