You never know what you're going to find at a flea market, garage sale or estate sale. Several years ago, there was a salesman visiting somewhere in Appalachia. (I think it was Louisville, KY.) He had some time to kill before his departing flight, so he decided to check out a local flea market. He saw some old 78s and saw on that looked interesting. So, he bought it for a buck or so. I think that was the only one he purchased, too. It turned out to be the Holy Grail of missing blues 78s. He sold it to the world's foremost collector (John Tefteller) for an undisclosed (likely six-figure) sum.
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