The first thing that strikes me about this piece is the skill of the presenter/producer. She writes really well, and poetically - she reads it with attractive clarity and ease, and the production is impeccably professional. The sound is recorded perfectly, and the many gems of actuality and sound that she has chosen shine like the colored bottles described in the piece. However, despite all that, I don't seem to be able to convince myself that the subject at hand warrants over seven minutes. It doesn't seem to go below the surface. It's a piece of Americana - a really appealling guy collects bottles in New England. Why? A link with the past? For me, it's all light and surfaces - I long for a theme bubbling under the surface to render talented and skillful work really great.