PAUL:	Following me up into the  ...

SFX:	HEAD SMACK

PAUL:	... ooooh, watch the head there, Dusty.  Following me up 
	into the attic here at Moth Manor is antique expert Alistair 
	"Dusty" Powell.  I'll bet you've seen a few dark corners in 
	your time, Dusty.

DUSTY:	You don't know the half of it, Paul.

PAUL:	You own and operate the oldest antique shop here in St. 
	John's, the Brace and Splinter Reliquary, and every day you 
	must see ...

DUSTY:	A great deal of junk.

PAUL:	Oh.

DUSTY:	Only a small proportion of the items I see have any real 
	value. Simply because something's old doesn't mean it's of 
	any interest.

PAUL:	Yes, look at Mom, for instance.  The old family ... stuff ... 
	you've agreed to come and look at, probably falls into the 
	category of junk, but ... we must live in hope.

DUSTY:	A little family background is always a good place to start, 
	Paul.  It gives us an idea of the sorts of things we should be 
	on the look-out for.

PAUL:	Gee ... there's not much to tell. The Moths are Dutch 
	originally, lost it all in the Tulip specualtion madness back in 
	1667 ... somehow ended up in Ireland for a generation 
	before coming to St. John's where we've been for over 250 
	years.

DUSTY:	Strange, I've never seen the Moth name in any ... old 
	documents.

PAUL:	The family's known for its low profile.

DUSTY:	What have you got for me?

PAUL:	First ... this little table.  It's so tiny and of such ... haphazard 
	construction I've always thought ...

DUSTY:	Of no interest whatsoever ... no more than forty years old, 
	the work of a hobbyist ...

PAUL:	Oh ...

DUSTY:	But not to worry, I'll strip some of the paint off it, work it over 
	with a ball-peen hammer and we'll sell it as folk art in Halifax, 
	make a killing.

PAUL;	I don't know Dusty, I real like the people in Halifax, and 
	sometimes, I guess their inate trusting nature lands them in 
	trouble.  I hate to see them taken in all the time. (beat)  But 
	you think there's a good nickle in it?

DUSTY:	Big Boutique Bucks.

PAUL:	Well whatever makes them happy.
	Move it, Dustmiester.

DUSTY:	That's the spirit.  Next ...

PAUL:	This ... bauble has always intrigued me.

DUSTY:	I see ...

PAUL:	You're looking at the underside, for a makers mark no doubt.

DUSTY:	Yes, and see here, Woolco ... a dollar forty-four.

PAUL:	Shows you what I know.  How about these documents ... 
	they're old deeds or something ....

DUSTY:	They're .... original charters to the city and they've been ... 
	Merciful lord they've been laminated!

PAUL:	Ya Mom wanted to make sure they were preserved.  It can 
	get damp up here.

DUSTY:	You imbecile!  They are ruined.  

PAUL:	Then, for our listeners who have  old documents - lamination 
	a no-no.  Ah here ... my old hockey cards, unlaminated 
	thankfully, these have become collectible haven't they?

DUSTY:	Depends on the card.

PAUL:	Well ... here Bronco Horvath, Ed Stasiuk, Bill Gadsby ...

DUSTY:	Can I see?

PAUL:	Sure.

DUSTY:	Gottem, gottem, gottem, gottem, gottem, gottem, gottem .... 
	Well, Paul a complete collection of traders.  I don't know that 
	I've ever seen that.  Oh, what's this ...

PAUL:	The mug?

DUSTY:	Chalice, yes?

PAUL:	Well, Dad, rest his soul was a member of one of those 
	men's service organizations ... what were they called? ... 
	The Templars Club or something.

DUSTY:	Oh yes.

PAUL:	Used to really embarass me when I was a kid, those 
	ridiculous ceremonies, going around in hoods, chanting ... 
	but I think they used to raise money for the children's 
	hospital so hey, why not.

DUSTY:	And this ... "mug"?

PAUL:	Ya they always had the old mug out whenever they met, I 
	always guessed it was a hockey trophy.  Worth anything?
	
DUSTY:	Not ... really but I've always made a personal hobby of 
	collecting ... old chalices, of virtually no market value so ...

PAUL:	Are we going to deal here Dusty?

DUSTY:	Let's.

PAUL:	I'll worn you Dusty I spent a few years in Mexico.  This old 
	gringo is a pretty cagey haggler.

DUSTY:	Fifty dollars?

PAUL:	Seventy!

DUSTY:	I give ... you are too tough for me, Paul ... here's the money.	

PAUL:	Dusty! Dusty!  My man!  I was willing to let this baby go for 
	sixty bucks easy.  You're too soft.  

DUSTY:	Well, for you Paul.  Sixty-five !

PAUL:	Sixty, not a cent less.

DUSTY:	SOLD !

PAUL:	A fool and his money are soon parted, Dust.  You wouldn't 
	know but it was the Boyle Trophy, boy !  Hoo hoo.  In 
	closing, Dusty, is there a single guideline our listeners can 
	use when seperating the treasure from the trash as they 
	clear out their garages ?

DUSTY:	The conventional wisdom is to keep everything but table 
	scraps.  But you know, Paul, lately I've realized collecting 
	isn't for everyone.

PAUL:	No?

DUSTY:	The Glacier knocks in the cupboard,
	The desert sighs in the bed,
	And the crack in the tea-cup opens
	A lane to the land of the dead.

	W.H. Auden.

PAUL:	Indeed.  Dusty, thanks for this.

DUSTY:	A pleasure, Paul.