“Don’t give up the day job.”

One of my father’s favorite sayings.  It seems appropriate today.

Going into the Antiques Roadshow we knew we were not going to find we had a nest egg for retirement in some item.  None of our things are that outstandingly special.  Except to us, of course.   And that is as it should be.

One thing that happens when things are seen on AR (at least in my opinion) is that everyone that has one like it comes out of the woodwork and the market is ‘flooded’ with that same object and the price goes down.   This always makes me think of one of the early advertisements for AR where an Indian throw is being valued and they cut to various people watching the show and everyone is trying to guess the value.  When the appraiser gives the value the final cut is to an older couple sitting in arm chairs and they turn and look at each other and look at the same blanket draped over the back of one of their chairs…and cut.

So did we get our appraisals?  Check

Were they about what we thought?  Check

Did we get to see the personalities?  Check

Were the appraisers just as nice in real life as they appear on television?  Check 

Are we going to retire and live on the money?   Nope.

Everyone was amazingly kind.  I can’t imagine how they will feel by the end of the day.  Would have liked to have drinks with them.  Thanks Antiques Roadshow for coming to Tulsa, practically across the street from our house. (I mean it literally)

And thanks, Don, for lugging the rocking chair around today.  You are a sweetheart.

Any rate, we got in and out before the rains came and now can say,

“Got to Antiques Roadshow?  Check!”