I had three opportunities to change hats from "antique dealer" to " vintage bootlegger" this past week. All three adventures were new ones for me--which makes them extra special-and a bit amusing.
#1- A dealer/picker we know offered us the opportunity to purchase numerous oil paintings. After repeated attempts to get together--our only option was to met at our huse, before church for us and a charity golf game for him. So--before the sun was up--he drove his car to our house-backed it up to our vehicle--and we unloaded 20 boxes of paintings into ours. All that was missing was me blinking a flashlight on and off--and jumping out of the bushes with a box of hooch.
#2- There has been a run on the yard signs of Our Political Candidate of Choice--and none to be found in our area. I went to a town 1.5 hours from here--where Our Political Candidate of Choice's Running Mate is from and located the campaign office. It was in a quite isolated downtown area--many gray dark buildings--except for this office. I walked down a dark hallway-wondering if I was in the right place--and stepped out into a well lit office buzzing with activity and music playing. All that was missing was the clinking of glasses and three knocks on the door "Bugsy sent me!"
#3- Gould's fresh apple cider is legion around these parts.
Best part of the cider is--it freezes well. Not sure if real bathtub gin freezes.
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