Thu Nov 07, 2019 11:09 pm
Certainly appreciate vintage decoys, calls and whatnot, but have to say one of the most surreal things I’ve ever experienced was attending the American Sporting Collectibles Show they used to (perhaps still do) hold at the Medina Entertainment Center in the western suburbs. So, so much cool old stuff there, but it was straight up depressing. Essentially a bunch of old dudes who smelled of Old Spice and impending death in a dimly lit ballroom that still had the slight smell of cigarette smoke from a bygone era surrounded by worn card tables stacked with the lost fortunes from a lifetime of collecting with it all for naught and simply for sale to a willing buyer. A sadness struck me about half way through and I thought to myself, “what is the point of all this?”. I vowed then, that despite how interesting it may be, never to become a collector of things.
"The less I know about other people's affairs, the happier I am. I'm not interested in caring about people."
- Ron Swanson