Here’s another one. I bought this REALLY heavy Cone Anvil about 15 years ago.
We had a small shop in Canoga Park at the time and one of our neighbors was a trippy dude. He was a body builder, had Tourette’s, often wore a “That Girl” like, perfectly coiffed wig and drove a huge monster truck. Once in a while he’d drive slowly by the shop and we’d hear him coming, “WooP, F’er”, stuff like that, which is one of the horrible side effects for some Tourette’s sufferers. It would be so load that it was startling. Anyway, he had a girlfriend, who had an ex-boyfriend that wasn’t happy she had a new beau and sadly one night he “allegedly” came over and shot the hell out of the both of them.
I bought the anvil and a few other cool tidbits at the resulting “estate auction”.
What a weird and wonderful world we live in!
