At auction, I’m always finding items that touch me or cause me to stop. Sometimes, I will buy them; other times, I just snap a photograph to view later. Today, on this day after Thanksgiving, I’d like to share some of those items with you.
Now that’s something I don’t see very often, I thought as I approached the hot-dog cart among the vintage and antique furniture at the auction house. It looked as if it were fresh from the factory, without a smudge of dried ketchup, mustard or relish on it. If it wasn’t brand new, whoever had owned it had kept it sparkling. […]
“I think it’s cool,” I heard a woman say excitedly behind me. I turned and saw two women who could easily have been searching for furniture to fill a new apartment. They were looking at a deep pink velour reclining chair near an aisle among the furniture at the auction house. I had walked the furniture room […]
When I first saw the Western Union telegram, Jerry Butler started singing in my head: “Oh, Western Union man, send a telegram to my baby Send a telegram, send a telegram, whoa Send a telegram to my baby This is what I want you to say.” It was his 1968 song titled “Hey, Western Union […]
I wasn’t sure if I liked the painting or not. It appeared to be a woman (or a man) in a swirl of lavenders, purples, muted blues and grays. Maybe I was drawn to it because I could sense the fluid movement in it. The figure seemed to be dancing, the face mysteriously half-hidden. The artist’s […]