After making our regular Saturday morning trip to the Farmers Market, my wife talked me into doing a little garage saleing with her. I was really more interested in getting home & taking care of some much needed yard work, but it was such a nice autumn day, I figured I would take the couple of hours & enjoy the ride & beautiful fall colors. I didn't even get out of the car for the first 4 or 5 because they looked to be the same old trinket, clothes & hobby stuff that most sales are these days. Then, we pulled up to one that I couldn't resist. From the curb I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be old tools or something, hanging on the wall at the back of the garage. It's not like I need to add anymore stuff to my allready overstuffed garage, but I just can't resist tools. Anyway, it turns out that the old tools belonged to the guys (line repairman) dad and weren't for sale. Well, the mention of his dad being a lineman led right into a conversation about my collecting glass, & low and behold the guy says "Iv'e got some insulators" that my dad left me and I don't have any use for them if you want to look at them. It may just be me, but the mention of something like that just gets me heart beating a little faster. After giving the casual, (sure, lets have a look) so as not to appear to interested, he took me to his backyard, where he had randomly placed them throughout his rock garden. He said he was considering tossing them out, but figured for the time being they would provide nice color filler in the rocks. He gave me a box & a per piece price & told me to take any I wanted. Well, I had a lot of fun for the next 20 minutes or so looking at a lot of common glass and coming up with a few keepers. What probably amazes me more than anything else is how fascinated I am with something that I gave NO thought to just a couple of years ago. I have (at least I think) some great pieces in my collection, but value none any more than the commons I receive thru experiences like these. Sorry to be so long winded, but thought some of you might relate to this story. Thanks, Dan