Rare, Collectible, & Otherwise

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Scoring an Ace.

Stop and think, someone used to tell me. Sounds like parental advice, but it could have been an early boss repeating that line. Stop and think.

On the other hand, some thinking is best left undone.

I was un-jamming a staple from my trusty Ace Clipper, model 704. Being a well-built thing, it doesn’t jam often, thank goodness. Even so, it has happened often enough that I automatically reach for the scissors, stab them into a slot near the hinge and twist. That usually brings an edge of the jammed staple out far enough to pinch it with the scissors and pull it out. Twenty seconds, tops. Five on a good day.

It was so automatic that it made me – stop and think. How long have I been doing this for it to become so routine?

The stapler was given to me by a coin dealer who was buying my business with rare coins. I’m sure he was making a profit doing it, but he was turning them over to me at prices that allowed me to set up a rare coin shop and sell them at a profit. For mail order, he said, you need a good stapler.

Thus, the Ace Clipper.

The thing has sealed up many a padded mailer in its day, and surprisingly, it has remained as a tool used regularly over the years. Before the sticky-glue-peel-the-paper-off-and press-down type envelopes – they had to be stapled. I used the Clipper everyday back then, and use it every day now.

At least thirty-five years in between.

Do they make such reliable items any longer? I had a plastic staple gun/tacker that broke right away. Oh, it still worked, but a plastic flange snapped off. The Ace, though – all chromed up and shiny as the day I got it.

The staples are back in and having joined the two receipts together, the trusty Ace Clipper model 704 is back hanging on its designated nail at the checkout counter.

Ace Fastener Company, Chicago. Made in the USA.

Following up the Tea-Off…

I have Jorge to thank for the accompanying image. He courageously crossed the river of folks that streamed through the store for most of Thursday evening, people out for the Broken Arrow Main Street Tea-Off. I don’t know the history of the naming of the event. Maybe someone was serving tea. I get the tee-off reference, getting things started for the holiday season.

In the past, I’ve been critical of the idea of putting up decorations before Thanksgiving has even arrived, but here I am, looking across at a lighted Christmas tree. In the front window are garlands and lights. Halloween barely gone.

Down the street, in all the years I kept shop at the Oak Crest Center, there was little activity with the Tea-Off. The trolley came rolling around, but no one seemed to get out of it to investigate the stores. I imagine it was partly due to the fact that I was the only shopkeeper still open after seven. The carpet and flooring business stuck it out with me until she shut down her operation. After that year, I just locked the door at my regular closing time.

This year, I was advised to be ready.

Toward that end, I plated up about 100 cookies, decided against the hot chocolate, and waited. It was about ten minutes between the opening of the first package and watching the first cookie being consumed – well before the six o’clock scheduled start time. Needless to say, the cookie stash did not last long.

The lines, however, were extremely long.

Jorge’s photo doesn’t show the true number of guests milling around and making their way down the aisles. It was what comedian Robin Williams would have described as the “human carwash.” In fact, if he had taken the picture earlier, you’d have seen nothing but the back of someone’s shirt. He’s not as tall as the photographer needed to be to catch the setting in pictures.

Looking back on it, I should have anticipated a couple of things. Moving the many chairs out of the way, so people could wind their way through the aisles, for one. Perhaps I should have allowed myself a later start in the morning. Next year I hope to remember what a long day it turned out to be – but I’m not complaining! As it turned out, I sold some books (I didn’t really expect to during the open house event), and just a few moments ago, a guest from last night returned to buy a set of children’s books that she saw as she walked through. (She didn’t want to buy them in front of her daughter since she intends them as a gift.)

Things are a bit different down at this end of Main Street, and with the plans in the works for the pedestrian friendly changes and my own long-range plans involving the bistro, I have a great feeling about the future.

If you haven’t been to the Rose District or McHuston Booksellers in a while, I hope you’ll come round soon!

By the way, that isn’t my round brown head in the picture. I’m strategically placed behind the countertop display that features a head-sized Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip cookie…

Ten Million for Birds.

Even non-book-lovers know about the Audubons, although perhaps not the extent of their rarity. I get asked about them in Broken Arrow, OK, as though some customer might drop one off in exchange for a copy of Twilight.

John James Audubon’s “Birds of America,” brought more than $10 million at auction on Tuesday, becoming the world’s most expensive published book.

Featuring 435 hand-colored illustrations of birds drawn to size, the auctioned book is one of the best preserved of those remaining in existence. The sale at Sotheby’s auction house had been anticipated for months, and even non-bidders were given a chance to see the rare volume.

The price? $10,270,000. An anonymous collector bid by telephone in offering the final bid.

Because each picture is so valuable, there have been fears the volume will be broken up and sold as separate works of art. However, experts believe that’s unlikely. The tome is probably more valuable intact. And collectors hold Audubon in such reverence that the notion of ripping apart a perfect copy would be akin to sacrilege.