When I settled into a relationship and gave up traveling the country and the world as a writer and photographer, one of the first – and most miserable – gigs I tried was co-ownership and part-time operation of an antiques & collectibles shop in a quaint, pseudo-historic village in central North Carolina. I quickly learned the mindset of “antiques people” is…unusual. In any other realm I worked, if someone had offered to sell a multi-million-dollar, 1957 gull-wing Mercedes for $10,000, everyone would have jumped at the unbelievable opportunity. But an “antiques person” would instinctively say, “How about $9,000?” Yes, unusual.
