I've been AWOL for a bit, but you knew that, didn't you? Fortunately, I did survive this sale, which was my first Enter At Your Own Risk sale. I went there in search of vintage typewriters, which I've had some success selling. The location of the sale was a city just south of Syracuse, where Smith-Corona typewriters were once made. The typewriters at this sale turned out to be not what I wanted and more than I wanted to spend.
Having driven a good 30 miles (one way) and having obviously put myself at "risk," I was determined to find something to buy.
Here's what followed me home.
The horse on the left is a piece of carnival chalkware, which was a common prize when you won a game at a carnival or a county fair back when you didn't win a H-U-G-E stuffed animal.
The plastic beagle on the right is a bank and a bit of advertising for a 1950s-era gas company.
So no vintage typewriters, but I didn't come home empty-handed.
And I did survive to enjoy some additional junking this weekend.
I'll leave you with two words, and I will provide an update real soon.