
It was a rather cold and dreary Saturday afternoon. My friend and I had been rumbling up and down the back roads of Pennsylvania and lower New York making a marathon tour of every antique mall my friend knew about. For me, typically, antiquing is a solitary occupation. I need time to take it all in. I like to let me eye peruse everything, my brain to process the information. I’ve always been of the mindset that you simply “never know”. It doesn’t happen every day, but it happens. Some unsuspecting person picks up something in a shop and toddles it off to the Antiques Roadshow a few years later only to discover that the planter they’ve been using to house their prized mock orange tree is a rare 3rd-century B.C. Roman vase.
I’m not taking any chances. I like to take my time.
I’m not taking any chances. I like to take my time.