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I know an old man who closed-up his small engine shop recently. I knew that he had a decent collection of old saws that he had put in a separate room over the years, and I had seen them before, but couldn't get him to agree to sell any back then. He called me today, saying that he was ready to sell them. Knowing how "peculiar" this old fart is, I didn't get my hopes up very high. When I got there, he directed me to drive behind his shop, where he had piled all of the JUNK ones up. I asked him about the good ones that I had seen before, and he said that if I offered a good price on the junk ones, he would then let me into the room to make an offer on the good ones. Just listening to him talk, I could tell that he was going to want a "fortune" for all the junk Macs and Poulans, and knowing this man as I do, I expected a similar situation was going to occur, so I left. Oh, well. It takes all kinds, I guess.