I finally got on the road at 2 pm and began the journey back south.  I mentally took stock of glasses I had stashed away in my trophy box - I counted 8 in all, but that included the Michelson I found on the way up.  Not a bad haul for one show; I've been to many where I've come home empty handed, so finding even one is always a triumph.  But this show had held so much promise - it's a shame.

But ultimately, as both Dick and I have said before, it's the folks you meet that makes a show worth attending.  I now had a face to attach to lakerdude33 when he's taking me to task for being tardy on SOTW, and when Clint next contacts me asking for information about a glass, I'll fondly recall him calling me a "s - * - * - t - h - e - a - d". 

But, best of all, the next time I set a snipe on a glass that I know xxxtruk is after, I'll feel as if I can TRULY see the whites of his eyes.  Life -- is -- good. 

OK, time to focus, where's the nearest antique mall.  Sure glad I have so much cash left over to spend on all the shots I'm bound to find on the way home....