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For those who would like to know how a lot of shows go, here's my experience from today: Up at five, on the road at 5:45 AM. Drove three hours to Richmond, VA, 200 miles. Met my table buddy (Randolph Carlisle, an honourable soul and a List member). Spent ten minutes unloading -- this was a good show, and we could park immediately behind the exhibition hall, unlike some, which are held on the fourth floor and the like. Spent an hour setting up. Garnered a dozen or baker's dozen serial numbers for the Zeiss Historica Lens archive. Met a couple of internet buddies, including some of our own. Sold three consignment items for a grand total of $61 in raw sales at a 30% commission, so my take was a princely $18.30. Bought a Prontor release-cable extension, as my Hasselblad eats Prontor cable tips. Bought a Hasselblad lens for $700. Paid $55 in table rent. Spent $10.30 in meals. Drove home, another three hours and 200 more miles. Unloaded seven tonnes or more, or so it seemed, of heavy mechanical metal camera gear, and stowed it away. Spent a half-hour writing up my figures for tax accountancy. Had a couple of stiff Johnny Walker stimulants. My net take? Gads, a negative $900 or so? And I was one of the more successful dealers there: a lot of guys didn't sell anything. My table buddy worked hard, for two hours, to sell two hundred-dollar cameras, so his take is probably a tad better than mine, but still not outstanding. I'm not complaining, as I had a wonderful time and am tickled at the lens I bought, and I got to see a Zeiss Ikon Miraphot Enlarger, something I'd never see otherwise (and which I might still buy; we're negotiating!). But, guys, PLEASE think a bit before making blanket condemnations of dealers and of "how easy they have it". Marc firstname.lastname@example.org FAX: +540/343-7315 Cha robh bas fir gun ghras fir!