Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Headless Horseman




An old friend of mine used to say; "Sometimes, if it weren't for bad luck, there's be none at all".  
Touché

I bought a huge collection a few years back. Some of the stuff needed "help".


Last Monday, I finally quit procrastinating and decided to clean up the last couple of cases.  This one was horribly stained, but struck me as being, unquestionably, a candidate for the best "small bird" out there. The best strike I'd ever seen, and an awesome range of color.




About a half hour after I loaded the bottle into the cylinder and flipped on the machine, I heard crashing and banging coming from the shop. Imagine my surprise, (disgust), when I opened the cylinder and found this...



Yep, it had been dug damaged, someone had managed to find a correct (also stained) top and replaced it from the single ring up.

I'll be the first to admit that I enjoy an occasional surprise, just not this kind.  A week later it shines like a new penny. 

Both pieces...

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