Yeah, I know when my neighbor's sister got one of the first Barbie Doll's, I thought what a piece of crap.
Uh, huh, wish I had bought a couple for myself, and kept them in the box......
Man, that bow is something to have!
Signed receipt and all!
I still have a Bear, Grizzly. I got it for Christmas, when I was 14 years old. It is 45 lb.s but very fast. Yeah, I see things like this with old guns, and I just want to go buy crack and give it to them.......
My Cousin had my Uncle's Gibson guitar, that he had, since the late 40's, and kept it in the old dilapidated case, in the closet that leaked !
I wanted to bitch slap her!
I tried to buy it from her, nope! :(I tried to buy her an air tight case for it.....nope!
Arrrrgghhh, she passed away a little while ago, and now her sister has it. At least she will take better care of it. I haven't seen it since the last time my uncle was alive, which is about 20 yrs. ago. That thing had a sound to die for!
I would dearly love to have it. Not only for the sentimental value of it, but for the sound it produced!
You just have to wonder how many things like that are just sitting in a closet, or garage, or old barn.
I know when I was a teenager, my Mother, Father, and Brother, and I were driving home from my Aunt and Uncle's farm in Wisconsin, and I can't remember if it was Indiana, or Illinois, but my Brother, and I looked at an old barn, near the road, and inside, was a pile of hay, and peaking out was the grill, and the huge head lamps of an old car ! Nope, can't stop, we will have to make a trip some other time.......uh, and oh, look, the farmer has flying pigs.......
But they are out there. I was working with a friend of mine for the summer, when I was in high school, and his family worked the packing house circuit, and I was in South Carolina, and next to the little motel we were staying at, was an antique shop, and they had all kinds of stuff. There was a samurai sword, with leather scabbard, and the colored tassels, and the bamboo pin that kept the wrapped handle on, and the makers name stamped in the handle, and the price was $28.00 !!!!!
I only had about twenty dollars at the time, and I still had to go to North Carolina and work there, and then get a ticket for a bus to come home.
It is like Fate is just toying with your emotions..... Sort of like being a little kid and looking in the front window of a bakery store, and inhaling all the smells,.....and not penny in your pocket!
Wayne