Stuck in the Sixties

[wterrell]

The monetary relationship to guns that govern any transaction in which I am involved is a macabre inverted relationship of worth/scarcity to cost. Whenever I am considering the acquisition of any item, it is invariably the only one of its kind in captivity. Whenever the love affair has waned a bit and I wish to sell, a shipload of this item has always just arrived at the port in Miami or Albuquerque, or somewhere. I consider myself fortunate to be able to give it away. I have learned to judge my successful purchases using the "Oh, my God!" scale as uttered under the breath of my wife and daughters. The more distinct and audible the phrase, the more successful my acquisition.

But, if any should, for some unknown reason, ask my advice on the value or worth of an item speculated for purchase, I do believe that my cool would be very disquieted and I would not be able to give a reasonable opinion. But until that day I will remain as the lovestruck spinster waiting for someone to pop the question.