My Dad is a 92-year-old World War II veteran, former professional athlete, and my hero. After pitching for the New York Yankees and Philadelphia Phillies, he had a successful career in the aircraft business and enjoyed collecting as a hobby. And to my mother's dismay, collect he did. My father saw the beauty and value in many diverse objects. From antique tools and weaponry to sports collectibles and athletic gear, my Dad loved it all. He always had the most interesting things, even if it wasn't neat enough for my mother's taste. My audiences have probably heard me say that my favorite place in the world is my father's garage-filled with cool stuff. So, as Father's Day approaches, I want to dedicate this column to the men who, like my Dad, enjoy collecting for collecting's sake.