Buffalo Hunter
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There was an online estate auction a few days ago in a neighborhood that is trying hard not to give up the ghost to street drugs and all the destruction that comes along with that. I'm guessing the former owner cleaned houses for the city's better heeled society, the accumulation of life's treasures was just very eclectic. I bought two lots one being a bathroom and walk in closet. The closet had nothing I could use and the bathroom looked like it could qualify as a superfund site. But during preview I noticed a small bottle/vase sitting buried under a thousand years of gosh knows what dirt and dust. I was in a hurry and didn't have a lot of time to poke as there were still four more rooms to see in ten minutes. Long story short, I picked up the bottle saw a old paper label but couldn't figure out what it said. As I said I won the lot today, stopped by and grabed the bottle and told another bidder Merry Christmas and they could have the rest.
Did a quick web search on the name and I'm thinking I'll be doing business in pretty high cotton when I sell it.
Did a quick web search on the name and I'm thinking I'll be doing business in pretty high cotton when I sell it.