When I lived in Queens, NY, mid 60s, people would congregate outside the plants and sell out of the boot (trunks to us Yanks). Dad was offered a 7 cell flashlight for a buck. My mother was offered a sheared lamb coat with mink collar for $50; $200 retail.
New York City had two sayings- If you couldn't find it in NYC, it didn't exist. If you had enough money and knew the right people, you could get anything.
Glad you are on the mend. You never know what will happen in the next few seconds. My son-in-law fractured a bone in his foot while running. I don't run.
Life is like water-skiing; if you slow down, you go down.
Last edited by Knothead47; 07-18-2019 at 07:20 PM.