I cannot tell you how hard this makes me laugh. Before March of 2020 (guess what started then? <g>), the only times wipes/moist towelette even crossed my consciousness was when I was eating ribs. Now, I can’t imagine my life without them. In fact, just Friday I reloaded the studio with its ubiquitous cannister of Lysol wipes to disinfect the studio after each air shift. And I *KNOW* that science tells us Covid-19 does not survive on surfaces like we first feared, but last year NONE of us got even a sniffle, so we’ve kept up the ritual. Anyway, there’s a man in Michigan whose dedication to the moist towelette is bordering on insane.
John French of Lansing, Michigan, is the owner/creator/curator of the Moist Towelette Museum. From a corner office at the Abrams Planetarium, one and all can see his collection of more than 1000 individually wrapped moist towelettes from every continent (except Antarctica). What a fun and exciting school field trip this would make, huh? <g>