Is Your Attic (2)... and Lunch
A
brushing off of crumbs?
The
estate inspection; a request for help referral from one attorney to another
attorney… and then to us… lead to Portland, over the bridge to South Portland,
out Ocean Ave. to Cape Elizabeth and then a “reach left and wander down to the
water” (quoted from written directions) that found us in the driveway “of a new
one”; a big recently built faux grand “ON THE WATER” “mansion”. Two upper grade SUVs were already
parked. Two matching “goldies”
stopped cavorting before the front door and prepared to charge us. We waited in the car as they were
corralled. Two… “late thirties” women postured to receive us at that cleared
doorway. We greeted and entered;
the inspection began.
Like
a red carpet runner unrolling before us after a kick from “we are the owners”
the estate became: The contents
(all still in place throughout the otherwise barren white wall and
perfectionist clean …home…) was …all recently restored and refinished antique
furniture of considerable variety… that had ALL been purchased within the last
three years from coastal Maine antiques shop by the mother of the two …ball cap
with blond ponytail poking out the hat back… daughters who admitted they “had
helped some”. Between us and that
furniture they placed a loose leaf notebook containing the purchase receipts,
notes, photographs, contact information and descriptions of ALL of “that”. Further, we were well informed, “all of
that” WITH the notebook had already been turned over to a “sale consultant” (a
tag sale manager) requesting “she sell it and, at least, get our money
back”. The sale effort had
failed. Only one piece of
furniture actually sold. “Now what
do we do?”
“Now
what do we do?” had become a hot potato passed from attorney… to attorney… to
us? Looking past the notebook off
yonder to the furniture I… moved forward.
“May we walk through the house quickly and then I will make a quick
verbal assessment”.
“SURE”. Then, as the doggies rose at that
pronouncement, a “NO.”
We
toured the house. There was no
furniture on the… over looking the Atlantic Ocean… “deck”. There was absolutely NOTHING in the
attic. It was white walled, empty
and very vacuumed. I took the
photograph. We had seen
everything.
Back
downstairs with one sibling looking wistfully out to sea and the other ratcheting down upon the notebook and
I… I told her, to her face, that the furniture while all fine and well as
antiques and household decorative purchases, would not find a market interest
at the original purchase prices (as found in the notebook) for they were
“retail” prices they paid from professional vendors.
“What
would be the market prices?”
“You
can expect to quickly realize about one quarter of what you paid, including the
possible re-purchase of some of the furniture from the original vendors. Don’t overlook THAT”.
That’s
not what they wanted to hear. The
sea gazing sibling was now gazing at me.
The doggies had their jowls on the carpeting. “Do YOU want to buy…”
“No.”
“ANYTHING?”
“Well…
how about the theorem?”
“The
what?”
“That.”
I said pointing to a “1993” watercolor on velvet basket of fruit with bird in
new paint decorated frame …theorem… hanging beside us on the wall.
“THAT’S
NEW!” she said.
“I
know. 1993”.
“That?”
“And
how about the fraktur?” I said point to a small framed watercolor just into the
front hall.
“THAT’S
NEW TOO!” she said.
“Yes,
you can tell by the motto (and the later noted “1983” date)”.
“THOSE?”
“Yes. Are they for sale?”
“Those? You decide” she said turning to ocean
gaze sibling.
Without
moving she looked at her sister, looked at the theorem, looked at the fraktur
and said, in reverse order “ten for that, twenty-five for that”.
I
tactfully paused and then said “OK”.
“Anything
else?” said the first sister.
“The
two ducks?” I said pointing to the two painted wood decoys on the table top
before the window viewing the deck.
“Those
are NEW.” said the first sibling.
It was clear to me… now… that the tag sale manager had resiliently
informed the sisters of “these are NEW”… and therefore “NG” (no good) status of
“select objects in the home”.
Quick study, I here reap the benefit of that woman’s “loose with
dignity” pronouncements.
“Fifty?”
said the sea gazer without waiting for her sister’s guidance.
“How
about forty?” I said quickly.
“OK”.
Pause.
“ANYTHING
else?” from the first sister?
“The print? I said pointing to a very contemporary museum grade reproduction “on canvas” print of a Casco Bay; (? and of a view right… from where we were standing?) Luminist Fitz Hugh Lane (?) painting.
“The print? I said pointing to a very contemporary museum grade reproduction “on canvas” print of a Casco Bay; (? and of a view right… from where we were standing?) Luminist Fitz Hugh Lane (?) painting.
“That’s
NEW. Mother bought that at the
museum.”
What
museum I wondered. “Its nice.” I
said.
“How
about forty for that too?” said the sea gaze sister.
Another
calculated pause and then I said “OK.”
I
produced the cash laying the exact total on the notebook and lifted the theorem
off the wall, then retrieved the fraktur.
My wife received the print from the first sister. The sea gaze sister picked up the two
decoys. “NO.” was said again to
the doggies. We walked outside
chatting lightly. Nothing more was
said about the furniture and its sale.
We loaded our plunder and left.
“THAT?” I said to my wife when she started to denote the wonder of our
purchase experience. “To them that
was a brushing off of crumbs” (we included?).
It was just after eleven and… time
for lunch.
Following Ocean Ave back to its
intersection with Broadway in South Portland we went straight through that
intersection and one and one half blocks more (with the park on our right for
the first block) to …delightedly spy the unknown jewel of Portland area
Vietnamese restaurants… Pho Hanoi… at mid block on the left, “open”. We are regulars for lunch. This is due to their qualities and our
“a lot of work in the area”.
Always only lightly filled… because “no body knows about this place”…
seating is assured as is easy parking right in front. Forgetting the estate inspection and plunder in the car, we
eat. Lunch at Pho Hanoi is quick, clean,
inexpensive, ample and delicious.
Today we first shared a Goi Tom
(#13) shrimp salad. Theirs is a
singular preparation on a bed of shredded iceburg lettuce with an also singular
tangy & sweet dressing. In
addition to “great” the word is “singular”; one will not find Goi Tom made the
same elsewhere. This day… with us
both being slightly cooled from standing by the Atlantic Ocean AND having that
clean, crisp, moist, salty and PURE sea air still upon us… we both ordered
“medium” “Hu Tieu Mi Tom Muc Va Heo (#35D) a pho type SEAFOOD broth soup having
shrimp, squid and sliced pork with yellow and white noodles. This is coastal Maine and this seafood
soup is a hardy “the pure sea at it’s best”. If I am “really starving” I’ll get the large but a medium is
“way enough” for most.
Keeping to practical and… great
opportunity, we order “to go” for our arriving-home-late-due-to-a-long-day
supper… two medium Mi Hoanh Thanh (dumpling wonton soup) that is an enhanced
version of ANY wonton soup for it includes beyond the usual dumplings sliced
pork, yellow noodles, basil and bean sprouts making it, including the singular
flavored dumplings an “always fondly remembered”. Two orders of shrimp spring rolls (#2) always seem to sneak
into the take out order too.