Yeah there slightly used alright....Sorry, hope the story is not true. have seen way to may "sad stories" on the bay. Anything to make a buck... Regards, Stan
I just wanna cry:crying:. Someone please hand me a Kleenex! --- Anyways... I checked out his other weepy auctions... one of them is entitled: "BUFFALO NICKEL CULLS TOTAL 72 COINS." The seller states: "My father left thousands of coins to my brother and myself, neither of us were ever interested in collecting coins because of his obsessive habbit." For someone who was never interested in coin collecting, I'm a little surprised he would know the term "cull"...
That's a long time they've wearing black for dear old scroogie Dad! I bet the old man's an Egyptian mummy by now!!
That's almost as bad as the people who claim the coins were owned by a relative, they don't know anything about coins, yet everything is priced at CDN bid...
Because his father was shot, he decided to hoard dimes and nickels? But selling empty "Standing" Liberty and Ben Frankilin folders?
Hoarding The father seems to have had a hoarding obsession. Look, there are good ways to collect and bad ways, ways of hoarding and collecting that show that the guy/gal may need a support system to work through the issues. A Vermont friend told me about a man that had died in Vermont who was found with drums and other large containers that were so chock full of coins, that the wooden floors were sagging. I could try to dig out a record of the news story if there is interest. Plus, the federal government got real interested in the collection because taxes had not been paid. I think Littleton Coin swooped down to buy up the collection. I had a landlord, a former Cuban, who with his wife, were hoarders of everything. Their house and garage was chock full of collections of unbelievable crap. They were burying themselves alive, with rotting debris in their rooms and their house in general. They became like tunneling rats through the bric a brac. The ambulence arrived every week or two to take them to the hospital to bring them through their individual crises, that were of their own doing or a variation of Munchausen syndrome. Finally the town's health dept. made them leave their humble abode, something that virtually never happens. I'm doing my own inventories. I'm selling large amounts of silver, that have no apparent upside potential, expensive to store in a bank, and that I never look at. I hope to have more of the living, the organic in my life, and less of the inorganic in 2010.
