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June 15, 2005

Tanya: Remember?

They called him crazy, but kitschy toys from his childhood were his obsession. He haunted local garage sales and eBay, sometimes traveling long distances to find the treasures he could not live without. Old View Master reels, decoder rings, a working Snoopy Sno-Cone machine, even the Wonder Woman doll with the real earrings.

But the grail had alluded him until today. Exhausted from the transcontinental flight, he now waited with bated breath at Sotheby’s, for the prize to end all prizes.

Today it would be his, whatever the cost. The worst lenticular picture ever found in a Cracker Jack box.

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Comments

There was actually a tornado here on May 27th (the date on the photo) in 1896 that killed hundreds of people and did millions of dollars worth of damage. I think the aftermath must have looked just like that.

I really wanted to write about that, but I didn't have time. So if anyone feels inspired...

Posted by: Tanya at June 15, 2005 10:46 AM · Permalink

I stole the tornado inspiration.

The secret for commenters is to make the late writers really work for it by using up all the good ideas!

:)

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at June 15, 2005 11:51 AM · Permalink