charlie sherrill
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Got back about an hour ago. Jr. and I did the SOS military show Friday and the National Gun Day show today. We left about 1:00 P.M today and made a few stops on the way home. While there I ran into Doublesharp and Keith 44 again. (I got a project I may need his help on later) Hung around with Burg at David Carroll's tables ( David had his usual drop dead to die for super rare one of a kind museum quality S&W's that most people would kill for on his tables) when I wasn't cruising the aisles. Somebody needs to watch Burg. That guy's dangerous. He's got "that look" in his eye. I expected him to break out the snowblower at any moment. I'm just glad it didn't happen. He did give me something in a bottle from some Daniel's guy. I appreciate that greatly.
There's a bunch of stuff to look at here and unfortunately I didn't have more than one day to look at it. It seemed like 4" K22's were falling from the sky. Doublesharp showed me a nice mod 18 he picked up and later I picked up a nice pre 18 5 screw. (C&R's are handy) We got good deals on both. Jr. found a 1943 Winchester model 12 trench gun that he bought after researching it on his phone computer for about an hour while I sat there and held it to keep someone else from buying it before we actually knew what it was. We learned the hard way not to put something down while trying to find out what it is. After that I was sitting at David Carroll's table admiring the K22 I found when a guy walks up with another one. I just got one. I didn't need another so I walk the guy down to DS's table and he didn't need another one either. Burg was lost about then or he probably would have bought it. The price was right.
As mentioned above, I left before I wanted to because it was a long nine hour drive home if we didn't stop. We always stop. The first stop was at an antique mall just south of Louisville. I've found lots of nice stuff here in the past, but the only thing we found today was some pilled up woman who was falling over stuff and breaking it. I immediately got homesick. The store owner told her in no uncertain terms to get out of his store. She told him she would buy his store and fire him. He told her "if it ever comes up for sale I'll be sure and call you, but right now get the hell out of my store before you tear something else up." She mentioned something about her fiancee beating him up as she left the store. Apparently they must be everwhere. I'm guessing Lortabs and Somas. I didn't smell any booze when she staggered by.
We left there and didn't stop again until Franklin, Tenn. at another one of my favorite antique stores. It was uneventful until we started out the door. At the last booth I spotted an old sign. It was an old gold leaf lettered sign with a black background done on glass. It was done on the reverse side of a piece of glass. Upon a closer inspection I could see lines on the glass where it had been mounted in a frame. I remember seeing signs like this in old buildings when I was a lot younger. I'm guessing it was at leasted 100 years old and had probably been mounted over a door in an old doctor's office. It reads "Evaluation Center For Disturbed Women." The price was right and it came home with me to be mounted in a prominent spot on one of my walls alongside some of my other stuff.
The rest of the trip was a pretty much boring, long and grueling drive. (620 miles) I'm gonna sleep late in morning but I might get up in time to take in the Slidell, La. show. Depends on what I feel like. Dick and David, thanks for the hospitality.
There's a bunch of stuff to look at here and unfortunately I didn't have more than one day to look at it. It seemed like 4" K22's were falling from the sky. Doublesharp showed me a nice mod 18 he picked up and later I picked up a nice pre 18 5 screw. (C&R's are handy) We got good deals on both. Jr. found a 1943 Winchester model 12 trench gun that he bought after researching it on his phone computer for about an hour while I sat there and held it to keep someone else from buying it before we actually knew what it was. We learned the hard way not to put something down while trying to find out what it is. After that I was sitting at David Carroll's table admiring the K22 I found when a guy walks up with another one. I just got one. I didn't need another so I walk the guy down to DS's table and he didn't need another one either. Burg was lost about then or he probably would have bought it. The price was right.
As mentioned above, I left before I wanted to because it was a long nine hour drive home if we didn't stop. We always stop. The first stop was at an antique mall just south of Louisville. I've found lots of nice stuff here in the past, but the only thing we found today was some pilled up woman who was falling over stuff and breaking it. I immediately got homesick. The store owner told her in no uncertain terms to get out of his store. She told him she would buy his store and fire him. He told her "if it ever comes up for sale I'll be sure and call you, but right now get the hell out of my store before you tear something else up." She mentioned something about her fiancee beating him up as she left the store. Apparently they must be everwhere. I'm guessing Lortabs and Somas. I didn't smell any booze when she staggered by.
We left there and didn't stop again until Franklin, Tenn. at another one of my favorite antique stores. It was uneventful until we started out the door. At the last booth I spotted an old sign. It was an old gold leaf lettered sign with a black background done on glass. It was done on the reverse side of a piece of glass. Upon a closer inspection I could see lines on the glass where it had been mounted in a frame. I remember seeing signs like this in old buildings when I was a lot younger. I'm guessing it was at leasted 100 years old and had probably been mounted over a door in an old doctor's office. It reads "Evaluation Center For Disturbed Women." The price was right and it came home with me to be mounted in a prominent spot on one of my walls alongside some of my other stuff.
The rest of the trip was a pretty much boring, long and grueling drive. (620 miles) I'm gonna sleep late in morning but I might get up in time to take in the Slidell, La. show. Depends on what I feel like. Dick and David, thanks for the hospitality.
