I was just poking around when I noticed something. An old box, taped on one edge.
I turned it around. Jostled it. Something in there.
Asked "Do you mind if I open this?"
I opened the box. Put it together and cranked the handle a few times. Smiled. Played with the selector. Cranked the handle. Smiled.
Asked "How much?" Inwardly cringing at what I thought the answer would be. The answer turned out to be less than half of what I've been watching them go for on the bay - in hard used condition.
I didn't laugh like a loon. I think.
Took it home cleaned off some gunk. Smiled really big. Oiled it up. Wow. This thing must have sat in that box for a long long time.
The names and dates in this story have been altered because I am going back.