WIND CHIMES: It's never really occurred to me before, but my crazy Aunt Mary, as opposed to my two Irish Aunt Marys who are not at all eccentric, other than in the usual Irish ways, keeps her collection of wind chimes inside the house, in a room without windows. Collecting wind chimes is a silly habit, I think, but then it is probably no sillier than any one of a vast array of human collectible silliness; there are, for example, people who collect ancient Thessalonikan salt shakers and Art Deco matchbooks stolen from fashionable European hotels in the 1930's, of all things, as well as those people who invest in antique Albanian accordions or spend tens of thousands of dollars for 19th century bottles of wine whose contents have long since turned to vinegar. I suppose I could ask her why she keeps wind chimes, a device, if you could call them that, meant to be hung outside the house and in a place usually guaranteed to annoy those next door neighbors you don't like all that much, in an inside room where there is no wind and therefore no chime, but that would spoil all the speculative possibilities, wouldn't it?