The Guilt MuseumYes, I've lived here in my guilt museum quite awhile,rocking endlessly in my mother's chair,surrounded by these little trophies of my past.Here, let me show you a vintage faux pas,Gaucherie 1956, bottled even before I had entered kindergarten.Or something in a classic 1959 mistake:the chrome still as dull as the day it came off the production line,the tires flat and dusty as a