The garage door was open and Duane & Shirley were already there when I arrived at the garage sale 45 minutes before it’s advertised starting time. As I walked into the garage, Duane had just picked up an old baseball glove off a table and was looking at it.

“What do you think? Not a bad looking glove, huh?”, he asked as he held it out to me. It was a kid’s glove from the 1930s to 1940s with the standard player’s name embossed in the leather. No one I’d ever heard of but in nice enough condition to easily bring $25 to $35 on eBay at the time.

“No price. I wonder what they want for it”, he said as I handed it back to him. I looked around the garage, didn’t find anything of interest, and when I left Duane was still holding the glove as he waited for Shirley to finish going through a pile of doilies.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later they arrived at another sale just as I was leaving. “What did you have to pay for the glove?”, I asked.
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