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Husband wanted to go to the annual giant yard sale at the Cumberland Fairgrounds this past Saturday and you know only the lure of cheap treasure would make him wait on this kind of line.
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The gates opened at 9:00am. We were there at 9:01 and the line was already insane. This is just a fraction of it –
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Naturally the heat and humidity came roaring back with a vengeance that day.
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How hot was it?
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Bald men wearing trash bag hats hot.
Was the treasure worth the long line and $10 per person entrance fee?
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I didn’t think so.
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But you know the husband had to fully examine each and every table.
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We were there for nearly 4 hours. Me getting sweatier and crankier by the minute… him never failing to strike up a conversation with a fellow Marine.
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In his hands? Some kind of haying tool and an antique wallpaper ruler.
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And whatever this was.
Treasure?
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You be the judge.
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Zoolak?
This required some research. It certainly doesn’t sound tasty….
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And though there were vintage crates galore, not one was man cave appropriate… so I just came home with a few more albums.
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For Mistermuse –
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River's world..... 
Wish I could pull off that plaid unitard, but even if I could, I’d find something else to wear.
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I doubt it’s an easy look to wear well.
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The line would be a show stopper for me, unless I was on a specific mission. That said, once inside, I might check out every table.
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It moved quickly, but the length surprised me.
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At $10 a head, someone made an incredible profit. At probably $25 a table or $50 a booth that profit just skyrocketed.
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Glad you found those record albums to at least somewhat salvage the day. The WATERGATE COMEDY HOUR album sounds interesting — would you mind ‘expounding’ on it?
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I haven’t had a chance to listen to it yet, but I just added a photo of the back cover to the blog to give you a better idea.
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Thank you, Rg! The reference to “that great iconoclast from Baltimore” (H. L. Mencken, no doubt) is enough to make me think it must be a great album.
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Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce, and Ginger Baker in the same picture as Peter Noone and Davey Jones. Oh, the horror! And then Richard Nixon too! Where are the music police?
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In my defense, the Monkees was a sentimental purchase with memories of my childhood.
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No need to defend. They were of an age. But one was for anklebiters, one was for bubblegummers, and then there was serious music, man!
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There is a maxim that I keep at the front of my mind whenever I discuss music. “Anyone can make one good song. If it’s a good enough song, one is enough.”
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We used to love attending huge antique shows & flea markets ~ the thrill of the hunt, or maybe the thrill of the hunter AND gatherer! 😀
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That’s the joy for him. Not the having, but the discovering.
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I think I would have let him go alone for a chance of a nice day to myself out of the heat. The heat would have done me in.
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We went early and it wasn’t supposed to be that hot that soon. Also, if I let him go alone to these things? He comes home with a truckload.
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Not knowing what you might find at any turn…the thrill of the hunt even when you’re not looking to buy something. My wife and I always find something to buy at these events, but they ain’t as big as this one was.
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I usually enjoy flea markets, but this one had too much new merchandise, clothes and pure junk for my taste. There were enough antique sellers to keep my husband occupied though. The temperature was a definite fun killing factor as well.
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Well……I’m sure you could have used your time sitting at a nice, cool tavern drinking a few adult beverages. Instead of walking through that flea market hell hole. But those albums, three out of four isn’t bad, I’m not sure about that Watergate Comedy Hour one. Although it’s probably relevant today as it was back then, lol.
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It’s an oddity. I like those…and who knows. It might still be funny.
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I got an algorithm for you, see if you can solve it: (0+0) – (0 x 0)/0 = {the chances my ass would stand in that line just to see a shitload of overpriced trinkets.}
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It’s funny, my husband never waits in line. For anything. Except this.
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I’m specifying Zoolak because you know I don’t want any imitations.
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And who could blame you? It’s delightful.
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Well, at least it wasn’t the plaid mannequin ..
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Small miracles. Yes….
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And coming to your trash bin soon—The TrumpGate recording!!
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I’m not buying that.
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I remember when all telephone numbers had exchanges, as in my phone number was JUstice 4812. That was a party line, and had nothing to do with political bullshit. Then suddenly it became JUstice 5-4812, and no more party line. But I can still remember how I memorized my first girlfriend’s phone number after one look. JUstice WHitehall 286. (589-4286)! (Other exchanges in Winnipeg included ALpine, CAstle, CEdar, CHapel, EDison, GLobe, GRover, HUdson, LEnnox, SPruce, SUnset, TUrner, and VErnon. (I was actually able to look those up online! I could only remember 7 on my own.)
Today that would be 1-204-589-4286. I wonder who I would get if I called it today… Lucky for today’s kids they don’t have to memorize a number, they just stick it right into the phone in their hand.
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I vaguely remember exchanges. But my husband’s mother still had a party line in 1980. Big mistake. She was a terrible busy body.
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Yeah. I didn’t use the phone much in those days, but I can remember hearing people pick-up their phones, and not put them down for minutes. No idea what they got out of listening to a 5 yrar-old boy.
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When I lived in Scotland, mid sixties to early seventies, you didn’t even dial the phone. You picked up and waited for the operator, who asked for the number you wanted, which consisted of a town or district, followed by a three or four digit number for us, but more, I guess, for larger places. Glasgow would run out quickly, I would think.
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The Watergate Comedy Hour? It’s a blank record, right?
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It should be, but no.
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