Bob - just so you don't have any illusions about a surfeit of intelligence among the community, here's a story for you -
One day in 1969 i buy my first house in Canada, take possession early the next January, an old house on an acre and a half ... the previous owners had kept horses, and there was an old stable, poorly built, just poles stuck in the ground, roofed over with shakes, partly collapsed from snowfall .... one end of it was relatively intact, it had become the garage when motors came in, and in it was an old car, which didn't run, so was of no use, right? -g-
I'm working away, get home after a month or two the next spring to find my girlfriend with several notes from a guy interested in this old car, so i go out and determine it to be a Packard, 20s, 30s, don't remember ... so i phone the guy and he comes and looks at it with me and offers me fifty bucks for it ... i say no, look, then i'll be stuck with all this other old mechanical junk piled up around it, how about you clean up the whole place, take everything metal/glass/rubber etc and we'll call it even ...... he thinks for a minute, and says well, ok.
Years later i make the acquaintance of this very nice old guy from some small town in Oregon at an antique car show, he has a Franklin from the 20s he drives all over, he's in tune with the antique aficionados all over ... he knows the guy i forced all this Packard junk on, and knows what he did with it and all the other junk he picked up all over - make a lot of money ... old Oregon guy wouldn't say faeces if he had a mouthful, but he makes it plain he doesn't like this 'prissy little two-faced lying twit' and his methods, etc .... and it may very well be my old junker the guy is showing as his main piece -g- |
