I’ve had this metal/silver/pewter? pick for years and years. It was a gift from my brother George who recently passed away, something he spotted at a yard sale, brand-new, still in its little plastic case. Every now and again he’d ask me if I still had it. I use it every single day.
He was definitely king of yard selling and flea markets. Once in a while he’d find what we dubbed a screamer, something extra cool he’d find like a lady pin (of which I have many from him) or something Wizard of Ozzy. He’d say, “Dot, I think I have a screamer for you,” and when he’d give it to me, sure enough, I’d let out an operatic “ahhhhhhhhhh!”
He called me almost every day; it’s weird not hearing the phone ring so much.
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