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Exactly as pictured, missing a small bit of trim on the left side, no knobs or tubes.
Note this is an original item, not a reproduction.
Provenance? I'm glad you asked.
When I was a kid our family was pretty poor. Not the "I got an X-Box 360 for Christmas but I really wanted a WI" kinda poor that frequents the foodbanks nowadays, more the "My father was a dustman, he wears a dustman's cap" kinda poor. Anyways, one day he brought this radio home. Well, not a radio per-se, it was just the case but it was good enough for us. Every night, as we huddled about the fire he'd put the radio on his head and give us the news.
"Thees ees radio Reichssender Hamburg" he said in a funny voice, and then it changed "Germany Calling...." he said in another funny voice, all proper sounding, and he began to give us news of the war.
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A pair of antique candlesticks, converted to be used with electricity and then converted back to be used with candles.
These are priced slightly more than the Vintage candlesticks, for a couple of reasons:
#1) They're older. Look at the Patina on the underside, older = more money.
#2) (Im)Properly wired, they're worth at least $100,000 dollars in insurance money. At least. The house payments getting to be a bit much? The husband/wife becoming a bit of a nag? These are the candlesticks for you. Don't make me spell things out. You're getting 'em cheap and my lips are sealed.
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The shopkeeper looked at me shrewdly, sizing me up.
He sucked his breath in between his teeth.
- "That..." he began "Is a bust of Arturo Fuento, The God of fine cigars."
"Really?" I said, intrigued. I don't smoke cigars but somehow the statue felt heavier, more valuable in my hands...
- "Indeed." he said. "The only carving in the world of him known to exist. Please be careful with it, it's priceless."
"I didn't know there was a God of Cigars."
- "You're not from around here, are you?. Arturo Fuento is the god to whom the natives used to direct their worship when they wanted a smoke."
"Really?" I was repeating myself. So often these souvenir shops are cluttered with the same old thing, coral and shark's tooth necklaces, bad handicrafts, T-Shirts, but I was beginning to think that I was on to something....
"How much?" I asked.
- "It's not for sale. The natives wouldn't allow me to sell it." and here his voice dropped to a whisper. "They still worship him...."
"No, really, how much?"
- "It's not for sale."
"I can give you " and I opened my wallet to check..."Ten dollars."
- "Not for sale"
"Twenty Dollars..."
- "For the only known statue in the world of Arturo Fuento, God of fire and fine cigars? You have to be joking..."
"One hundred American dollars..."
- "Will that be cash or American Express?"
Now, naturally I don't expect you to be as flush as I was at the time, but I've come to realize that as I don't actually smoke cigars having the God of Cigars on my desk is a bit pointless. Not that I haven't prayed to him for other favours, but apparently he limits his interests to smoking. Doubtless he is the piece you've been looking for to watch over your humidor. Since I don't believe one should traffic in spirits or gods (at least not for base commerce), I'm offering him up in trade for something of equal ju-ju, but smaller. No more than 2 inches at it's broadest dimension (OK, 3 inches if it's really good). I'm downsizing. Don't tell me what it is, I trust you implicitly. Just let me know when you'll be coming to pick it up and I'll leave him on my front doorstep. (don't be late, it's damnably cold outside and I'm pretty sure he's not used to it....).
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- "I dunno. Looks to be an old blowtorch."
"What are you going to do with it?"
- "Blowtorch things. It's kind of cool looking...."
"You want to be a plumber?"
- "No, but ..."
"Then really, what are you going to do with it?"
- "Leave me alone. You buy all sorts of things and I don't ever grill you about them...how many pairs of underwear do you own? Bloody hell! ...."
"OK, OK, just buy it then..."
- "I'm not sure I want it."
"Then leave it.."
- "Can I borrow 15 bucks? I'm a bit short..."
"Geezus...."
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A few things:
Firstly, ignore the price.
Secondly, I'm in no way responsible for the damage done to it by whatever moron-once-upon-a-time did to make it "playable". It came to me pretty much in the condition you see it. To describe it briefly, it's an antique - guess mid-Victorian Harp. It's got some lovely painting on it, it's old, it's also kinda junky and probably not in any way repairable, more - with a bit (or a lot) of work - a junktique.
Thirdly, I appreciate it's decrepit, I've had it for 20 odd years and would like it to go to someone who'd appreciate it - (Not a dealer, be warned, and I know you all so just try and pick it up and see what happens...), so disregard the price. Instead, bring me something curious of equal value - not to exceed 2 inches by 2 inches by 1 inch deep. In other words, something small, I'm downsizing. Don't tell me, or hint at it's provenance, I trust you implicitly, simply drop me a line and wrap it up and we'll do the swap. I like surprises.