Like so very many folks across this great country, I am a member of that not so unique club called â€œThe Baby Boomersâ€. With the songs of Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, The Beetles, Peter, Paul and Mary and others still swirling through my head, I so often find myself drifting back to those carefree and crazy days. I was a freshman at the University of Florida in 1964â€¦. 17 years old and no one keeping an eye on me â€“ it was a formula for disaster. Those who shared that era will also recall that other icons came of age at the same time â€“ McDonalds, Burger King, Steak & Shake and A&W RootBeer stands. All too many of us got hooked not only only the music, the cars and the politics of the changing times, we also developed eating habits that, at least for me, would take a toll as I entered what promised to be the beginning of the â€œGolden Yearsâ€.
I am blessed to have married the most wonderful woman I could ever dream of, had two sons and spent 20 years as a Banker, followed by another 10 years as a Securities Broker/Manager when the vices picked up in the 60â€™s came back to get me! No, I never got into drugs â€“ I got into fast food! By outward appearance I was a picture of health, still actively playing golf, hunting, fishing and camping At 6'2" and 195 lbs. everything was fine, until it began to get a little harder hauling my fishing gear out to the pier. IT GOT ME... First as a blockage and angioplasty in my late 40â€™s, then a triple bypass shortly after. By my late 50â€™s I had had two more stints, and my career in the high pressure world of finance was overâ€¦â€¦â€¦.
I played golf for awhile, then started collecting things to keep my mind active, and interact with other fascinating people. First it was vintage fishing lures & reels, then old golf balls, then coins and old currencyâ€¦ my study was only slightly more organized than a full-fledged hoarder. The death of my father-in-law, and then my father, leaving me to manage their estates was my final wake up call. My mortality was as clear as the clogged arteries I carried. How could I possibly leave my wife with all this STUFF that she had no interest in, no knowledge of, and no one to be trusted to help with a proper liquidation. My sons had absolutely no interest in collecting anything, one more interested in everything football, and the other consumed with golf.
And so, here I am. With a determination to spend the next few years getting rid of as much STUFF as I can â€“ losing money to be sure, but gaining comfort that what I am doing will most certainly save my wife from an even worse nightmare than she will be forced to deal with inevitably. I am throwing away what I can (who needs your Chemistry textbook from 1965?), old pictures, yearbooks, hunting and fishing equipment that I will never use again, bank statements from 1972! You get the picture - Good Grief!! When I am gone, my boys wonâ€™t want to see my 3rd grade report card! I have invested in a heavy duty shredder and use it constantly. Books are donated, given to friends, or thrown out. My resolution is that all my once enjoyable collections will go to people who are truly looking to build a legacy.
This is the story of Grandpaâ€™s Attic, and I invite you to visit, and come back regularly as I add new items. If the listed price is more than you think an item is worth or can afford, make me an offer â€“ I wonâ€™t be offended and will appreciate your interest and do my best to accommodate you. EVERYTHING is sold with a satisfaction guarantee. And while I always do my best to give a thorough description and add good pictures, if it is not as what you expect, contact me within 3 days to either resolve the transaction, or return it for a full refund of the purchase price. I stand behind everything I sell. I wonâ€™t be happy unless you are. So help me in my mission to simplify.
Thanks for taking the time to read this long tale â€“ but I really donâ€™t think I am alone as this huge bulge of baby-boomers begins to hit-the-wall. This could be the beginning of a great buying opportunity for a new generation of collectors. I hope so.