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We all have it. Cluttering our spare rooms, basements, attics or garages. We accumulate it through the years, amassing massive collections as we make our way through life. Junk.

My obsession began sometime during my high school years, when I started earning a dollar. I'd always been a film buff, and at some point I realized there was a whole world of movie memorabilia out there. And thus began my downward spiral into obsessive collecting of anything related to the films I loved.

It was a strange funeral. Just me, my husband Bud and a one-legged chicken.

I was blubbering like a baby; Bud was punching at the rock-hard ground with a pair of post hole diggers and the chicken, wrapped in a soft towel and sprayed with ammonia to keep the neighbor's dog away, was going in the hole.

My sweet little Crippie chicken died. She was the daughter of Russell Crow - who also survived various maladies before being mauled by a passing opossum - layer of many large brown eggs and a good companion.

I thought the whole thing would be over before I got there. But five hours and the makings of a serious sunburn later, I was still there, loitering about in the St. Andrew United Methodist Church parking lot, waiting. And waiting.

Someone had fired shots at Campbellsville police officers at the trailer park on Sycamore Loop and I spent the majority of that day, Thursday, Aug. 28, exposed to the damaging rays of the sun and the even more damaging rumor mill.

I felt it the moment I stepped on campus. The fall semester at Campbellsville University had officially begun and something about the air just felt different.

I guess it was the sound of teenagers laughing while walking to dinner, seeing Stapp Lawn used as an Ultimate Frisbee arena or perhaps the most obvious sign was the lack of empty parking spaces on campus.

Each spring and fall, students from all over the United States - and even from several other countries - move to the CU campus and call Campbellsville home.