I received an unsolicited offer the other day from someone interested in buying the domain name that Larry and I used for our antiques and collectibles business. It's a very bittersweet moment.
As I go through all of the stuff associated with the site, I'm reminded of how much blood, sweat, tears and money went in to creating what was at one time the largest site on the Internet for antiques and collectibles with over 40,000 unique items. As an example, there are currently 29 thousand picture files of items that we had for sale.
We grew the business from a small office in the corner of our basement that relied on postal-mailed catalogs to a huge beast that was known throughout the industry. That 75 square foot area grew to occupy a 2,000 square foot warehouse with 18 foot ceilings. We did shows as far south as Orlando, FL and as far north as Albany, NY. It was a huge undertaking for every show, but we actually got enjoyment out of it. Not only we were always on the lookout for unique items, but we meet some great people along the way.
I think back on how we would arrive at the Atlantic City Convention Center on a Thursday morning with a van packed to the breaking point. Over the next 8 hours, we would unpack everything an fill a 10 x 20 display area. And after 2 days of show, we would pack it all up and head home. Back then, Larry would spend days getting everything ready and pack the van all by himself. The way he would skitter around the warehouse plucking just the right things to take, well, I just had to stand there in wonder. He knew where everything was.
Even when we went on 'vacation', the car or van would be packed just so. We had to leave plenty of room for all of the treasures we would find and bring home.
On one trip in particular, we were roaming around Vermont and New Hampshire. We stopped at this little antique shop an bought a dozen or so things. One of them was a really neat lamp. It didn't work anymore and the cord was badly frayed. But hey, I know how to rewire it. Well, one evening, I'm sitting on the living room floor and just about had it finished. I move the lamp and grazed the corner of a table. The lamp shattered into I don't know how many pieces. Yep, I was pissed. After the initial shock, Larry started to chuckle and before long, we were both laughing like fools. That stupid lamp traveled hundreds of miles only to meet its' end on our living room floor.
Memories like that are what make me smile and get all choked up at the same time.