Buy it and leave the compass in place. Everyone should have a little bit of kitsch in his life! Kinda like having a plastic pink flamingo in the front yard. (Thanks to John Waters that is actually a mark of distinction among the hip set around Baltimore.) You too could be tragically hip!
While at MD U in 74-76 they played the movie Pink Flamingos over and over. My neighbor across the hall watched it night after night, and described it every night. I never went to see the movie, and never wanted to see a Pink Flamingo since, Joe.
