OldSowBreath
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The craigslist add said, along these lines: "Gigantic estate/garage sale! Grandmother was a hoarder! Tons of boxes and we aren't anywhere near going through them all! House, three sheds and a garage all full!. Tons of jewelry, antiques, coins, comic books and rare books. Bring old clothes and boxes and be prepared to DIG! Re-seller's delight! No reasonable offers refused! Get here early for the best bargains!"
There were some interesting pictures; enough to whet the appetite, so I made the 50 mile round trip.
By the time I got there (early), most items had been set up on professional style tables in the garage, with some spillage over onto the driveway. I didn't need to wear old clothes; I could have worn a tuxedo without any concerns.
Apparently Grandma would buy lots of items, sometimes multiple, identical antique items in boxes with barcodes, and loved to display her antiques with the store's sales tags still attached.
I was a little surprised that Grannie collected picked-over, non-collectible comic books and common coins.
And Maw-Maw must have repeatedly bought her stuff from the same antique store, since the price tags were identical, being those tags you commonly see at most antique stores/malls.
All my reasonable offers for the very few items that interested me were refused outright by her son/grandson/flunky. Apparently, a reasonable offer was the price on the existing antique store price tag. Periodically, the ghost of the dearly departed hoarder ancestor would walk out of the house and survey the non-disposition of her estate. Death did not improve her desire to discount her worldly goods, however.
Oh, well. I do try and learn from my mistakes, but I'm angry that I've made this mistake many times before. In hindsight, every word in the craigslist ad was a red-flag kill word.
There were some interesting pictures; enough to whet the appetite, so I made the 50 mile round trip.
By the time I got there (early), most items had been set up on professional style tables in the garage, with some spillage over onto the driveway. I didn't need to wear old clothes; I could have worn a tuxedo without any concerns.
Apparently Grandma would buy lots of items, sometimes multiple, identical antique items in boxes with barcodes, and loved to display her antiques with the store's sales tags still attached.
I was a little surprised that Grannie collected picked-over, non-collectible comic books and common coins.
And Maw-Maw must have repeatedly bought her stuff from the same antique store, since the price tags were identical, being those tags you commonly see at most antique stores/malls.
All my reasonable offers for the very few items that interested me were refused outright by her son/grandson/flunky. Apparently, a reasonable offer was the price on the existing antique store price tag. Periodically, the ghost of the dearly departed hoarder ancestor would walk out of the house and survey the non-disposition of her estate. Death did not improve her desire to discount her worldly goods, however.
Oh, well. I do try and learn from my mistakes, but I'm angry that I've made this mistake many times before. In hindsight, every word in the craigslist ad was a red-flag kill word.


I about had a coronary as I trotted back to the sale to look closer at the binders and other boxes. The seller lady explained that some guys were messing with it earlier and that they probably stole it. I looked through some binders, but no dice. Now, I'm really excited thinking of the possibilities since I always put my best cards in shoe boxes not binders. In other words, I probably already had it in the box I'd bought. We again walked back to the car and left. I went through them all one by one and alas, no Babe Ruth. But I realized that it must've been a reprint or modern recreation b/c there were others in there by Sporting News of players like Cubs HOF pitcher Mordecai "Three Finger" Brown. The highlights were a Shaq rookie which would easily recoup my entire investment on ebay and also a Jeff Gordon rookie which would sell for around $20. I haven't sold any of these cards and don't plan to. I had more fun spending hours combing through that large box and hoping than I deserved for that amount of money. I later felt bad that I hadn't handed the lady the $10 w/ no bargaining since she obviously needed it way more than me.... The moral to this story is a simple one: SOMETIMES THE BEST FINDS CAN BE IN THE MOST UNLIKELY PLACES






