Dedicated Vangelis collector extraordinaire, “Uncle Don,” gets wind of the score and asks me to alert him if another came in. It does. I get in touch.
True blue collector that he is, he immediately makes arrangements to buy it. He sends me the cash. I pick it up for him this evening. I hand over the counter to Ben to make the purchase. The expression on Ben’s face as his eyes alight on the price tag is…well, priceless. Especially because when he takes it from he he’s telling a story.
The story dies in mid-sentence.