All the same I walk around the first area not too much there, the usual garage sale junk, nothing I really wanted to buy.
I come across a lady selling an old steamer trunk. She wanted $65 for a beat up trunk that was busted into (previously had the back hinges removed. She was selling a bike for $25 but I waited too long and it was on someone's bike rack as soon as I turned back around. The theme of the day started as, "A Bit to Late."
A man with a black truck seemed to be right in front of us the whole time, buying all the same things I would. I could see the items in his truck. I had found my main competition, one step ahead the whole time.
I continued not buying a thing, damning the man in the black truck. My girlfriend and I drove up to the next section of the neighborhood, and I saw the man in the black truck was there. This time he was unloading his truck on the lawn. He had stopped picking for the day, it had seemed. I went over and started looking over his picks. He had some high ticket items, one of them being this cast iron magicians bank. If he got the right price he would make a good bit on.
Enough with this man in the black truck! I had places I needed to pick, and pick I did! I started to get my second wind off with a ugly Christmas sweater, it was a small step but I know I can flip it when it gets closer to the holiday season, some hipster will buy it for his Ugly Christmas Sweater Party.
I continued, mojo flowing, money burning a hole in my pocket. I found two Seagrams Cooler signs, and a Dietz lantern from a very nice lady with lovely tastes and even better prices. I began to pick up speed and my girlfriend was getting hungry. Time was running out for us. I luckily happened upon an old man with loads of stuff displayed.
I walked over to his house and it looked like a damn antique store. He had old medicine bottles, tobacco tins, military items, and the topic of this chronicle, antique flat top beer cans. The beer cans interested me mainly because I had discovered an old beer can underneath my girlfriends deck and found out it was worth $5. I started see how much beer cans were worth, and a week later I find some really old ones at a garage sale. I, not knowing there real value, feeling as though there was some fate that led me here, asked a price.
The old man said "$5 a piece." I replied with "It looks like you got a lot of stuff here a lot of pretty cool stuff." "Oh you know, odds, and ends" he said. We both chuckled then he said "How about $3 a piece."
He picked up one of the Pabst Blue Ribbon cans and started telling me the story about how he acquired them. He said that he found them in a wall(construction workers will put beer cans inside walls of places they are working on) in what was once a building that held P.O.W.s(prisoners of war). He also mentioned they were military issue. This was all well and good but I had no clue what these cans were worth, I took a gamble. I told him I would think on it, but was going to get them, and set them aside. I walked around looking for any kind of tobacco-related items and found an old Lucky Strike tin.
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