This is the kind of research I’m engulfed with as I work on
e-Baying Don’s collectibles. Want to know about a pair of half inch long spark
plugs in tiny little boxes that still have their 1945 sales receipt? I can tell
you all about them. But I can’t tell you how on earth they survived this long
or why the guy who bought them was so excited. I think they’re like an Olympic
flame that gets passed on every few years to someone else to nurture and
protect.
E-Baying is a lot of work! Not to mention that it sometimes
feels like I’m living my life like a VCR movie played in the rewind mode. Each
thing I pick up reminds me of the day it was gleaned from the belly of a flea
market, garage sale, antique store or swap meet. Then I put it up for sale and
it’s gone like it was never here in the first place. Don was quite the ‘hunter’
and he so enjoyed his stuff. He, of course, knew the history of his
finds---studied and researched and told stories that come back to me sometimes
as sketchy dreams in the night and at other times as light-bulb moments. I just
hope it doesn’t take me as long to dispose of Don’s stuff as it took him to
accumulate it all. Not to worry. I could
always call 1-800-Got-Junk. Just
kidding! If I did that Don’s ghost would never let me hear the end of it. As it is, I like to think he’s looking over my
shoulder and pleased with the research department I’ve set up here on Widowhood
Lane. ©
