For a good long while I would beat myself up about leaving stuff on the tables. Usually I was walking around nearly broke, but just had to look, because you never know what treasures might be there. One time in particular I saw a Stanley .45 plane with all the cutters. To those of you not in the know on these, this is the Swiss army knife of planes. He wanted a good price, which was 3 times what I had in my pocket. So I contented myself to get a small plane, and some iron wrenches, you know, about $5 total. Thought about that no.45 for a couple of weeks, even ran across an article about it and how useful and collectible they are. So I called the guy, and found he still had it. Drove over and he was gone. Waited a few minutes, his adult son drives in, and we went into his shed searching for the plane. I knew this guy had stuff, but talk about Aladdins cave. Finally found it, looked it over, paid and rushed home. It sat on the work bench for a few weeks, because it is a little intimidating to set up. Tried it out on some nice soft pine, and found the original blades were sharp enough to shave with. Anymore though if I don't have excess cash on hand, I just stay home, its way too hard on me, and on the billfold.
