Market value

Last Sunday started out innocent enough. We woke up a little cloudy from dinner with friends and walked down to the Oaks for some breakfast before heading to the flea market. I like the market, they always have some interesting shit there. Like these items:

As we walked, Kerry ran into a vendor she knew from Eastern Market, a fella named Roger who had sold to her an array of antiques and vintage furniture when she had her apt. in Grosse Pointe Park. They talked and I couldn’t help but come to admire this antique partners desk. He offered me an incredible price, almost obscenely low, that I could not refuse. It almost didn’t fit down the basement into my office, but I took the top off and Corbett helped me get it down. I give to you, dear beloved readers of the Chicken, the fucking ultimate score:

I’m told this was picked up in some Detroit office building that these types of desks were built mainly in the 1940s. It’s in pretty good shape, save for a few nicks here and there, but it’s pretty solid. I’ve never really owned any type of furniture I would consider to be “significant,” but this is definitely a first.