Although I’ve been a Sherlockian for more than half
a century, I’d never heard of my interest referred to as a “hobby” until
perhaps half a dozen years ago. But the term fits.
“If a man has a hobby he follows it up, whatever his other pursuits may
be,” Sherlock Holmes says in “The
Adventure of the Illustrious Client.” That is one of just many uses of the word
in the Canon.
One of the characteristics of hobbies is that they generally
aren’t solitary. Name a hobby, and there is an association for it. By one
count, there are almost 1,000 Sherlock Holmes societies in this beautiful
world. A good deal of the fun is sharing our passion with others, meeting
fascinating people who would be otherwise unknown to us.
This has been my joy since the publication of my
first Holmes-centric book, Baker Street Beat, in 2011. At
that point I entered the larger world of Holmes-mania beyond Ohio and made wonderful
friends around the world, both in cyberspace and in person.
But even better – great as that is – I am blessed
to have a wife who, though not herself a dedicated Sherlockian, has jumped into
my hobby with a will. Ann is always on the lookout for a Sherlockian connection
on our travels near and far, ready to take a picture or buy an obscure artifact
related to that Baker Street guy.
On a brief trip this week not far from home to celebrate my
retirement from the day job, she spotted the magical address of 221 (Main Street, not Baker) in Madison, Indiana. She had a photo almost
before I knew what she was doing.
That’s what I call spousal support!
I think it fitting that it is a comfort station since so many people sought comfort at 221b
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