Sean

Sean lives far away, so we do all of our trades through the mail.

Now, it's really exciting for me to get a package in the mail, examine it momentarily then, rip it open in a rush to find the great art inside. And, as exciting as that is, that description probably won't remain exciting through the history of all Sean's trades. He's made a few:

This trade, like many others recently, happened through the mail.

And while I love expanding bARTer Sauce to new areas of the globe, I do kind of miss the trading in person part of it. Now, in order to spice this up a little bit, I've decided that I'll ask anyone who trades with me through the mail to tell me an extra, bonus, double-good story. Along those lines, I asked Sean to tell me about when he first learned that there was no Santa Claus.

Sean, on Santa (not in a weird way):