June 15, 2009 on 11:04 am | In Music, Toys, Weak Attempt | 1 Comment
Years ago, I fancied myself a lover of classic rock. It was in the mid-90’s, when Woodstock ‘94 was happening and everyone was getting into ’60s groups all over again (Country Joe and the Fish. Seriously). I was all into the Doors and the Beatles and Tull and the Mamas and the Papas and (especially) the Who, but I also had this crazy need to collect things, which explains the state of my apartment today.
An antique store had opened in downtown Easton and it was full of all kinds of glorious mysteries, like ’50s men’s magazines and signs that said “whites only” and other fun stuff that a kid can enjoy when he has an afternoon off and he can get a ride to downtown. And since I liked the Beatles, I asked the owner if he had any Beatles stuff. No, he said. Well, if you get any, can you give me a call? Sure. Oh wait, we do have something. Here, this doll is George Harrison.

Notice that the box says “New Kids on the Block.”
Also, consider that “George” was out of the box. No box in sight. So I paid $20 for “George Harrison”. He kind of looks like later George Harrison. Except he’s really Jordan Knight from NKOTB.
So flash forward to today, 2009. I STILL have “George Harrison” on my bookshelf. I know full well it’s Jordan Knight, but I always have a laugh explaining that it’s George Harrison to people, most of whom realize it’s Jordan Knight.
The antique store closed. Pretty soon after I went away to college. I guess the $20 they ripped off of me couldn’t save them from going under. I hope their children hate them.
The moral of the story? ALWAYS KNOW YOUR DEALER.
You might say you did not get “the right stuff.”
Comment by clodia83 — June 17, 2009 #