Mr. B. loves stacks.
At least that's just my initial observation.
I only spent a very brief time in his apartment the other day.
He preferred to talk in a common area of the senior complex where he lives.
The stacks were impressive-most were one and a half to two feet in height.
Stacks of unopened or previously opened cigarette packs; also VHS tapes, CD's, cassette tapes, and records were all neatly stacked throughout his apartment.
It was definitely a "you need to see it to believe it" type of thing.
I couldn't help but wonder the time involved to retrieve, for example, a tape at the bottom of a stack.
I'm sure he has a very orderly way of taking down and then rebuilding the stack effected.
I suspect he recognizes it's odd and that's probably why he doesn't want folks to spend a lot of time in his apartment.
Most of us have some minor OCD issues that we deal with on a daily basis.
He's a stack man.