I make piles. It's a congenital disorder. When I was at my grandmother's house in June, I found a pile of RNC monthly newsletters, stacked in order, going back about 10 years. My dad makes piles, too. Mostly of books and maps.

I'm generally a neat person (I hate grime, grunge and dust) but I'm forever triying to figure out which pile I put some piece of paper in.

CV