my step-grandfather-to-be who passed away a few months before I was born.
... wait, who?
I own two swords, and look at me!
I'm living proof!
1: My grandma divorced my biological grandfather and remarried to a rad dude. Said rad dude shuffled off just before I was born (and left me a sword).
Keep the sword. You gotta keep the sword.
Clearly you need to make videos of yourself twirling your sword with Thunderstorm dancing with you.
Yeah, keep the sword. It's an heirloom, and that's what you do with heirlooms.
It's an heirloom, and that's what you do with heirlooms.
This is almost the exact phrasing of the justification I have going on in my head.
http://patdollard.com/2011/11/bizarre-video-of-the-week-sword-dancing/
Perhaps she could incorporate a horse into it.
I think I would have just called him my step-grandfather. I got hung up on the to-be and entertained ideas of your grandmother planning to marry a ghost in the near future. Or zombie.
You should definitely keep the sword.
Ill buy you a Dr. Ho's Popeyes pizza if you make a similar video.
Anyhoo, both my swords came from my great-grandfather. One is a WWI-era (I think? Maybe before that?) ceremonial cavalry sword, and the other one is an honest-to-god Japanese katana that he purchased as a tourist in Japan and which would be worth god-knows-what if I hadn't destroyed it chopping action figures in twain as a lad. What, I'm going to sell them?
I am your model, Stan. But lay off the action figures.
11: That's a tempting offer, will. Very tempting.
Dr. Ho's Popeyes pizza
Is that something you find on the Chinese buffet with the salmon and lasagna?
2: Please tell us about your swords.
Get it appraised AND keep it. Maybe it has an interesting history, like it's Gandalf's or Artie's.
You should keep the sword and use it to fight crime.
Man, those katanas lose some of their aura when you find out they come out scathed from a battle with a GI Joe.
Sword dancing has an illustrious history.
Get it appraised whether you're keeping it or selling it, and if you keep it consider insurance- if they really are rubies you don't want a multi-thousand dollar piece sitting around, and most homeowners policies require separate assessment of valuables like that.
Learn to use it, then throw a birthday party for yourself, and get extremely drunk and belligerent while your frightened guests cower under the tables as you swing the sword around over your head and you stab old pizza boxes and tear up people's coats with the blade. Oh wait you aren't my college housemate.
Walk around holding it aloft while repeating loudly "By the power of Greyskull". Eventually you'll be hit by lightning, and then who'll be laughing?
"What advice do you, as the youngest American fighting man ever to win both the Navy Cross and the Silver Star, have for any young Marines on their way to Guadalcanal?"
Shaftoe doesn't have to think very long...
"Just kill the one with the sword first."
"Ah...Smarrrt--you target them because they're the officers, right?"
"No, fuckhead!" Shaftoe yells. "You kill 'em because they've got fucking swords! You ever had anyone running at you waving a fucking sword?"
Surely a sword stacked away in a box in a dark basement doesn't do anybody any good.
If you just remembered after who knows how many years that you own the thing, you probably have no special emotional attachment to it. So you will most likely bequeath it to your child who then will also stack it away in a box somewhere until he bequeaths it to his child and so on. Until one of your great-great-great...grandchildren realizes he might be sittin' on some nice cash and decides to have it appraised, then sells it.
In any case, maybe it would be wise to have it appraised now and know how much it's worth now and is likely to be worth in the future. Perhaps the value of the thing is a quadratic function of time due to projected decay or whatever, and you could leave it to your son with a note to pass it on until it reaches your great-grandson, who should then sell it for maximum profit.
Antiques Roadshow! Seriously though, I love this show.
Or just sell it now, use the money for something nice that you can see and use to remind you of this man you never met. Those Toy Story films are a bad influence: you don't HAVE to keep everything you've ever owned.
I agree with asilon, don't use the money to buy lots and lots of Toy Story DVDs.
you don't HAVE to keep everything you've ever owned.
Not everything. Just swords.
You should carry it with you always, on your quest to track down the six-fingered man who killed your father.
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Sell it, and you'll never have to have that awkward conversation with your eldest child that goes "This is your legendarily awesome but sadly long-deceased great-grandfather's extremely valuable ruby-hilted dress sword, whose origin is shrouded in mystery, and now that you are an adult I would like you to have it." You can imagine how your kid would hate that. Much better to sell it and invest the money in some sort of index tracker fund; your kids will think that is immeasurably cooler.
First take it to a professional and get it sharpened very sharp. Then start studying sabre to build up your slashing skills. The do what Halford suggested.
Sabre has some artifical rules as to where you can slash, but serious real-life sabreurs went for the legs if they weren't protected.
35 is the only goddamn comment in this thread that makes sense.
36: That reminds me of the time when I realized that the guy at the next table at some sushi restaurant downtown was Peter Westbrook.
32 gets it right.
35: Actually, ajay, your story has an awesome Wilkie Collins vibe. WHERE ARE THE RUBIES FROM? Snatched no doubt from mysterious idols of the Orient. What was that future-step-granda up to???
40: "That gem is cursed, Lord Marmalade! I insist you not display it in the club's public rooms."
41 comments and only 1 recommendation for antiques roadshow, come on! The roadshow is absolutely a MUST!
How did he get it? I think that's the critical fact.
I didn't know Patton designed a sword. This might be a good way for those of us aren't as lucky at Stanley to get a sword. Only problem is that it is supposed to be hung on the horse so you'll have to carry it into WalMart.
How did he get it?
"I loved a woman who wasn't clean."
"Mrs. Claus?"
"Her sister."
40: I hadn't even thought of that angle, but now you mention it, it all makes sense.
Slightly apropos, it would be entertaining to write a blood-and-thunder novel in which a young Indian man living in Mumbai is shocked by the murder of his grandfather, and discovers gradually that the old man had, in his youth, stolen a priceless - but cursed - gem from the Bishop of Sodor and Man and had subsequently been hunted down by an implacable band of Church of England assassins intent on recovering them.
47.2: I love this. Write it up! Actually, I want the Box of Delights guy to write it up.
47.2 does indeed sound brilliant. Work in a bit of secret martial arts knowledge concealed in the Morris Dance, some Manx cryptolect, and bob's yer uncle.
The current Bishop of S. and M. seems a pretty mild sort:
"He is author of a number of books on liturgy and preaching and his interests include current affairs, early music, literature, walking, cycling and the countryside."
Still waters run conspiracy-to-homicidal, I guess.
What should I do with my grandfather's necklace of ears?
48: I want Bennett to write it up.
What should I do with my grandfather's Bennett's necklace of ears?
49: indeed. Possibly also a daring expedition beyond the Source of the Thames to the legendary King Rhodri's Mines. "We must be on our guard, young Rajiv," warns his guide. "There are valleys there where no brown man has ever set foot."
Quit commenting here and start writing, ajay. We expect 200 pages by next Thursday.
Actually, this is taking shape rather nicely. The heart-breaking death of Rajiv's stalwart and loyal native bearer, Dave... the tense canoe journey through the fog-haunted swamps of Oxfordshire, with ominous College Eights lurking in tributaries along the way... the hideous inner sanctum of the Bishop, reeking with incense and barbaric idols... the desperate battle as our heroes fend off a maddened horde of Rugby League fans... the last-minute rescue by a passing Air India 747...
Not to throw cold water, but the Land of the Teabags is substantially smaller than the Mysterious East. An expedition into its interior might be dangerous, but surely could not take all that long.
OT: Has no one ever told Slate's editors that "What [Something] Gets Wrong About [Something]" is the pluperfect Slate headline because it makes one want to hunt Slate down and punch Slate repeatedly in its Slatey face?
60: I assume people with more experience with British rail could weigh in on that.
62: "The horror of the conductor's pallor and black-fanged maw nearly reduced poor Miss Lakshmi to tears, but her stalwart governess something Indian something tamarind candies something."
65: Sure. As an American, I regard all other countries as a faceless blob of socialism and compulsory mass transit anyway.
Not to throw cold water, but the Land of the Teabags is substantially smaller than the Mysterious East. An expedition into its interior might be dangerous, but surely could not take all that long.
Taking a boat up the fenlands of Lincolnshire would at least be slower in terms of miles per hour than going up the Irrawaddy.
a bit of secret martial arts knowledge concealed in the Morris Dance,
reports abound of blood gushing from the legs of hobnailed (or clogged) competitors, often in the nude, [...] Not surprisingly, shin kicking gained a reputation somewhat akin to that of cock-fighting,
WHAT KIND OF COCK FIGHTING DO YOU MEAN?
Fighting through masses of northern tribesmen schooled in the secret art of the Glasgow kiss... This thing has real potential.
re: 70
Don't forget Ecky Thump and Greenoch.
72: Ricola? I've got the lemon flavor.
Sell it. Hoarding a hypothetically awesome thing because you don't have the knowledge to appreciate it keeps it from being fetishized by a person who does have that knowledge. A good object deserves to go to someone who genuinely appreciates it.
I kind of agree. I'd disagree if the object had a history attached to someone you'd known, but this is a guy you never met.
I disagree, because then nothing becomes generational.
If you're actually trying to purge it, do it freely. But it's nice to hang on to something that goes back past people you know, just so that your kids can have access to that stuff, too. Or your nieces and nephews, as well.
Not many things end up sticking around for too many generations, and this sounds like it's awesome enough to be the thing.
Find out it's history, then sell it. Depending on the person you sell it to ask them if it would be ok to someday show it to any hypothetical children you may in the future have (or any children you currently have and are unaware of) and ask that they keep you informed if they decide to part with the sword.
If the sword doesn't have any history, you go out and make the history of the sword.
Stanley has been given a sword, has access to horses. All he needs is a quest.
79 is great: there's a story of some Byzantine general of low birth saying to a colleague who was boasting about his descent from the great Belisarius "The difference is that your family ends with you and mine starts with me."
76: Well, I'm being influenced by the step-grandfatheryness of it all. I'd be interested in something belonging to the grandfather who died before I was born, but that's because he raised my mother; his history shaped my family. The sword-owner is a cool guy who was married to Stanley's grandmother for a few years, not a part of Stanley's family history. (If he was an important person to your parents, then that's different.)
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So y'all say I should try to do professional 3D modeling. Wait until you see my competition, here.
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True. Then I think Stanley should keep it just because it sounds awesome and should be mounted on a wall and admired, but if he doesn't want to mount it on a wall and admire it, it should find a new home.
As noted above,
my step-grandfather-to-be, who passed away a few months before I was born.
huh? If he married your grandmother, he was your step-grandfather. Just like you could have a step-great-great-great-grandfather.
My mom's grandfather acquired a Toledo cavalry saber in the Philippines sometime between 1898 and 1902, presumably in a hostile manner. It's in a museum, but I called ahead one time and they let me swing it around.
LB, I'm not sure Stanley has revealed sufficient information to support the inferences you're drawing.
84.1 seems to be right. There are two things here, the awesomeness of the sword and the family connection. There are plenty of people who will appreciate the former if the latter isn't an overriding consideration.
My mom's grandfather acquired a Toledo cavalry saber in the Philippines sometime between 1898 and 1902, presumably in a hostile manner.
"Five civilians acquired bullets in a hostile manner in Kabul yesterday..."
This thread makes clear that if you want your great grandkids to remember you, you should get a badass sword.
(And I realize that I'm kind of a stick in the mud about these things, but I think that if Stanley wants to be rid of the sword and its uncertain karma, he has to first make sure neither siblings nor first cousins want the thing, before turning to the open market.)
83: So you're saying that you need to be an international model before you can become a 3D modeler?
I don't understand modern credentialing norms.
87 -- He wasn't run through with it, luckily for me.
89 doesn't stick in the mud at all; it's the bare minimum due diligence.
Personally, having come from an effectively heirloom-less family, I'm quite pro-heirloom, although that coincides with a personal weakness for accumulation (my grandkids are going to think that my paystubs from 2001-2005 are awesome!*).
* actually, I recently discovered and disposed of these
Furthermore, I love things like discovering paystubs that were my grandfather's from 1941-1943. So I'm also pro-heirloom.
Unless my grandfather was prone to exaggerate, I'll inherit the bowling ball used to kill Hitler.
84.2 is right. If a grandfather died before you were born, that doesn't make him your grandfather-to-be.
Compromise: you can have the conversation that goes "this was your heroic great grandfather's ceremonial sword. Now you are an adult I want you to have it. Look at this funny bit here on the hilt! I bet there was a gemstone in there once or something. Now shall we go for a ride in my Ferrari?"
there's a story of some Byzantine general of low birth saying to a colleague who was boasting about his descent from the great Belisarius "The difference is that your family ends with you and mine starts with me
Conversely, when he got tired of constantly being referred to as "The 14th Earl of Home" by Harold Wilson, Alec Douglas-Home pointed out that "when one comes to think of it, you're the 14th Mr Wilson".
(I was just looking at a file folder of newspaper clippings [procrastination has a long and distinguished pre-Internet history], and I see that my ggfather also brought home the Spanish flag that he lowered from the main garrison at Manila (replacing it with his signal flag, so the Navy would stop shelling)). Also at the museum along, presumably, with his CMG. It'd be cool to have this stuff, but it's not to be.)
if you want your great grandkids to remember you, you should get a badass sword.
Neat guns don't hurt either.
You don't have to pick one or the other.
OK, then. Once you have kids, sharpen the sword as I said, hang it on the wall, and tell them never, ever to play with it, under any circumstances.
We had a wonderful old heirloom four poster bed, solid hardwood, 6 feet tall, probably 200 pounds, which my parents slept in for about ten years. When my mother's estate was broken up none of us wanted it because it was too big and clunky. It had the same heirloom status as Stanley's sword: as we reconstruct, it belonged to my great grandfather's cousin who we know nothing about, and first went to my mother's great-aunt who we know nothing about, and next to my mother's uncle that we know a little about, not all good, and then to one of my aunts, and finally to my mom. Some of those people just had it in storage, I think. It was like the family white elephant.
We finally got two ex brother in laws bidding on it and sold it to one of them. They were trying to steal the family juju, I imagine, not knowing that our juju is located elsewhere.
96.--Now I'm imagining that Stanley will get the sword to an appraiser who will inform him that it's a very fine old sword with a modern ruby-colored bit of glass.
I would say the odds that there is a real ruby in this sword are somewhere around 1/10,000.
I feel, to extend on 89, that you can *give* an informal heirloom to anyone you want, but you can't sell it without offering it to the people who would otherwise be heirs. They aren't supposed to make you rich, they're supposed to demonstrate your ability to support a white elephant, basically. (IMOinstalledbygrandmothers, not claiming normative power, etc etc.)
Also, 96 is good, but replacing the rubies with paste and not telling anyone means that your descendants have a delightful imbroglio and get married at the end. Always happens in slender novels that mention a Duke in the title.
(Or, actual not very useful law.)
When my wife was cleaning out her mother's home she found a never used Davy Crockett lunchbox. It must have been intended for her older brother, who died in a drowning accident shortly before he would have started first grade (several years before my wife was born). We wanted to use it as a first grader's lunchbox, but our son informed us that a square tin box with an unknown, noncartoon, character was way uncool. It holds small random objects in the kitchen now.
That actually sounds like something I'd look for on Ebay to see if it was valuable. Probably isn't, but might be.
[A] never used Davy Crockett lunchbox.
Find the right guy and that lunchbox will buy you a car.
Who knows if they sell, but they're pretty highly priced..
Don't let the $525 with free shipping get you excited. Looks like $30-$75 depending on condition and thermos (or not).
with a modern ruby-colored bit of glass
It could be a garnet - they're not terribly precious.
Garnets are quite attractive, though.
Semiprecious gems are underrated; often they're very pretty. Garnets, tourmaline, moonstone, rose quartz: pretty!
I was looking at a jewelry stand yesterday that had rings with all those stones. Also lovely: jasper!
Malachite is a lovely stone. I regret even now not buying the Ex a long multistrand necklace of malachite beads the instant I saw it; it would have suited her coloring brilliantly.
[Scratches, burps, starts sword collection.]
I was about to endorse malachite.
Peridot is nice too.
I can't seem to find my book about gemstones that's full of pictures of, you guessed it, gemstones, including a surprisingly nice bit of cut sulfur, of all things.
111.2: I know I am on record in the archives endorsing this exact position. They are far more beautiful than the 'enhanced' precious stones you see in mall jewelers. All of my jewelry is of this variety and there are so many gorgeous, relatively unknown and cheap stones.
Malachite doesn't need your endorsement, liberal elitists! Malachite is going to take this campaign straight to the American people, first in Iowa, then in New Hampshire and then the White House! Malachite will cut government spending and put a caramel-flavored car in every garage! Two girls for every reduction in the capital gains tax rate!
Somewhere out there, there is some poor, devoted sword enthusiast thinking, 'if only I could find the sword that marks the transition between swoopy hilts with garnets to slightly angular hilts with garnets. If I found that, I would look lovingly on it every day of my life."
You should love the sword itself or its connection to you, but I don't get the feeling that you can muster that much emotion for either. That puts it in the category of stuff that is precious enough to induce guilt that it is wrapped in the basement, but not precious enough to actually enjoy. This is a burden, not a gift! Shed it!
Hitler (and his minions) took all of my family's heirlooms. Thread over?
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What should I do if we found my stolen mandoline on CL? Cops? Buy it back? It is in a town an hour and a half away.
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I had a job at a crystals&fossils store back when I was in college that sold a lot of semiprecious jewelry, and it can be gorgeous stuff. Tiger's eye is another that's lovely in the right piece.
Thread over?
We can start a new thread about the Nazis' execrable taste or that Burt Lancaster movie The Train.
119: Then I'll sell you the ball mentioned in 94.
You should love the sword itself or its connection to you, but I don't get the feeling that you can muster that much emotion for either.
Is it not possible that this judgment is a bit premature? Stanley's still bouncing around rental apartments. (So am I, no shame in that.) Maybe it will seem more interesting once he's got his own mantel to hang it over.
Or maybe if he buys a house and his parents unload all this kind of stuff into his basement, it will just make it that much more clear that he doesn't want to deal with it. And then he can sell it.
I want a new thread in which the Dutch Cookie slices off Angela Merkel's head with a jewel-encrusted sword.
120: SWAT!!! Helicopters! Megan-style asskicking!!! (Seriously, I would be an insane vengeance demon right now.)
Offer to buy it straightaway. Arrange where and when to meet. (You don't want another buyer snapping it up.) Then call the cops.
120: How sure are you that it is the same one?
120: Buy it on CL, then borrow Stanley's sword, sharpen it, and then tell the thief that instead of paying him you'll agree not to cut off his fingers if he gives you the mandoline for free.
Oh man, slice off the person on CL's head with a jewel encrusted sword. This thread has so much fucking potential.
125: there have been countless threads devoted to that one time I rubbed her back. Oh wait, that wasn't me, was it?
All mandolines are grey on the Internet.
my stolen mandoline
Is this story somewhere in TFA? Is it a special one-of-a-kind mandoline? Did someone break into your house and steal kitchen tools?
He's offering the mandoline for sale for about a thousand dollars less than it is worth.
Is this a musical instrument (which I've always seen without the final 'e') or a slicer?
Wait, Megan, didn't you do like 20 years of martial arts training? This is LITERALLY WHAT IT IS FOR.
Jesus, what kind of amazing mandoline is this?
(But if it's something worth over a thousand dollars, Von Wafer sounds right. Offer to buy it and show up with a cop if you can get one.)
a thousand dollars less than it is worth
Are we talking about a mandoline or a mandolin?
Seems like CL should have a procedure for this sort of thing. It has to come up frequently.
135: You'd better buy it if you want to get it back for sure. He's probably a fence if he's underpriced it by that much. Or the thief.
Or, alternately, you could lure the thief to a meeting underneath some dam or channel or something you control. Then, open the floodgates. They will never find the body and you are scott free.
135: I say again, offer to buy it right now. Arrange the where and when. Call the cops. Do not let someone else buy your banjo before you act.
you are scott free.
How do you know he is named "Scott"? All Scotts steal but not all thieves are Scotts.
Tell him you'll trade him a one-of-a-kind mountain dulcimer for the mandoline.
Is this story somewhere in TFA?
Just that someone broke into our house last week, stole some stuff. It is a reasonably identifiable mandolin, but they took even more identifiable stuff that'd be easier to be sure of.
Another alternative is to offer to buy it, arrange the where and when, and show up at the meet with several very burly friends and proof that it's your mandolin. But that's a riskier proposition than getting a cop to come with you.
Do you know any cops? Do you know any people who know any cops? If not, send me an e-mail, as I might be able to help. Also, let me know if you want a deal on some pepper-spray.
several very burly friends and proof that it's your mandolin.
If only you knew some powerlifters.
But the cop is a better idea -- burly friends only gets you the mandolin, a cop might get you a lead on the other stuff.
In this case, as in all cases, the categorical imperative may be stated as follows: What would Jesus Tim Tebow that carpenter guy from Extreme Home Makeover Batman do?
That sucks, Megan. Sorry to hear it.
A teeny bit disappointed that you don't have a distinctive $1000+ mandoline, though.
Is it insured? Because your insurance agent might have an idea about tactics, or be able to convince a cop to show up.
offer to buy it right now
Already done.
Jesus, what kind of amazing mandoline is this?
Nice old mandoline.
Oh, sorry, my bad. I must have a firm sense of the wrong spelling. Yes, a mandolin.
Hopefully it's not to late, but don't use your real email address...
burly friends only gets you the mandolin, a cop might get you a lead on the other stuff.
This seems dubious. Burly friends may well be willing to go to greater lengths to secure information on the whereabouts of the other stuff than the cops would. Especially if they bring some rope. And some baseball bats.
157 makes a good (though probably overly paranoid) point. Feel free to send me the CL add. I'll then offer to buy ye olde mandoline (which is what I'm sure you meant) where and when you want to meet this thieving cur.
Re: lunchbox sale on Ebay, we thought about that, but the tragic history made that unappealing. No thermos. And it's no longer in unused condition so probably not much value.
Hopefully it's not to late, but don't use your real email address...
Yeah, we figured that out too late.
It's probably a former neighbor you drove away with loud music and constant PG-13 toplessness.
159: Oh, if you have access to burly sociopaths, then go for it.
Especially if they bring some rope.
Mumble The Oxbow Incident mumble.
WHOA! After more stalking, it appears to be a false alarm, and someone unrelated is selling the same type of mandolin. Aaaand, that person carves semi-precious stones for a living. As if the whole thing were set in motion by the universe to bring the thread back on topic.
We're still going to try to buy the mandolin, which is still undervalued by a grand.
All the burly dudes at my gym are sweethearts underneath. They'd be useless.
Is it definite that it's not the same, or is it the sort of thing that you really need to touch the mandolin to be sure of? Because if the latter (that is, the thing that makes you think it's different could be a misdescription by a non-expert), I'd call the cops anyway -- that's a heck of a coincidence.
"Burly" is a great word. I have always treasured Redmond O'Hanlon's description, in his book about visiting Borneo with James Fenton, of the British Special Air Service troopers at Hereford as "burly hippies."
Can't say from the pictures whether it is "definitely" not the same. But boy howdy do the sellers (back-identified by phone number) look like upstanding granola-y members of the Marin community.
It's probably a former neighbor you drove away with ... constant PG-13 toplessness.
This drives people away? Huh.
Also, if it's constant, I don't think it's PG-13 anymore.
The sword-owner is a cool guy who was married to Stanley's grandmother for a few years, not a part of Stanley's family history. (If he was an important person to your parents, then that's different.)
I should probably wait until Stanley has had a chance to comment, but I'm quite baffled by this. Rad sword bequeathing dude was clearly important to Stanley's Grandmother. She counts as someone who helped make Stanley Stanley and possibly even had a good relationship with him, so doesn't her beloved count as part of Stanley's family? Dude was rad enough that Stanley thinks of him as rad AND that he bequeathed his sword to his beloved gestating grand son, which is a pretty awesome dramatic gesture. It's not my impression that Stanley doesn't know much about this Step-grand-dad, only that he doesn't know much about the sword. He clearly seems prepared to love it. He should keep it, find out as much as possible about its history, and then make its future. Perhaps by lending it to the movie producers adapting Ajay's awesome novel.
They have very sincere Facebook pages, and own local business and don't appear to be burglars.
The so-called Marin community is full of cutthroats and thieves, liars and blackguards. You'll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than the Whole Foods on Miller Ave in Mill Valley.
I may be misinterpreting, but the impression I got from how Stanley described the guy was that he was a late-life short-term marriage (that is, if he'd been around when Stanley's mom or dad was a kid, he would have been "My mom/dad's stepdad). Doesn't make him any the less cool, or less important to Stanley's grandmother, but it does seem to me to make him more peripheral to Stanley's connection to his family.
The sword-owner....
[Too genteel to comment.]
170, 173: I think there are plenty of apparently upstanding people who will happily buy shit they're pretty sure is stolen. I bet it's the same mandolin, and a cop may get a description or contact info for the actual thief.
Or, alternately, you could lure the thief to a meeting underneath some dam or channel or something you control. Then, open the floodgates. They will never find the body and you are scott free.
You can control California water infrastructure with the power of your though, right?
Mostly to tell them to get out of your nice clean canals, right?
This is preempted by 178 (partly), but 173 makes it sound unlikely that the people selling the mandolin are the people who stole it from you, but it doesn't say much at all about whether the madolin is the same mandolin that was stolen from you. (Whether the people selling it know that or not.)
179: As a powerlifter, her thoughs are burly.
I read in the newspaper that all of Marin is underwater on mortgages and selling meth to get by.
he would have been "My mom/dad's stepdad
Why? The name used -- "stepgrandad" -- highlighted his relationship to the still-gestating Stanley, to whom he wished to bequeath something. Stanley (above) says his grandmother divorced his grandfather (so not a post-widowing remarriage) and married a "rad" guy, indicating to me, since S. never met him, that he is well thought of in the family.
This is where I fall back on 'may be misinterpreting'. If Stanley feels like this guy's life at the period when he acquired the sword is a part of his own family history, then that's a reason to hold onto it. I didn't get that sense, but I could be wrong.
All the burly dudes at my gym are sweethearts underneath. They'd be useless.
It's like you people have never even seen a goddamn gangster movie. The burly dudes don't have to do anything other than tie the perps up. That's when the non-burly, short-statured guy (whose deep personal insecurity drives his sociopathy) takes over with the cruel stuff.
187: Right. Never never get into a "fair" fight. Everyone has to sleep, no one has eyes in the back of their head.
a cop might get you a lead on the other stuff.
This seems dubious.
Sometimes works out pretty spectacularly though. Couple of my co-workers did this exact type of meet the other day and the dude ended up having the rest of the stolen stuff in his car. If nothing else, satisfying to jail someone on felony possession of stolen property.
Unrelated, but I found it funny. The county jail doesn't take women who are over eight months pregnant. Some of the chubbier girls will attempt to spin that yarn in order to avoid us taking them on their warrants. Say you're making such an attempt to get out of your forgery warrant and tell me all about your baby kicking and how you can already tell how smart your bun in the oven is and continue these stories to the jail personnel. The jail staff just might administer a pregnancy test and subsequently make fun of you. A lot.
Some of the chubbier girls will attempt to spin that yarn in order to avoid us taking them on their warrants.
Pleading the belly!
I had two clients who I was fairly certain got pregnant thinking that would keep them out of jail.
189: I can talk to fish too. But do they reply?
Poor azurite. Always getting overlooked for its sexier buddy malachite.
194: De Sica's Adelina is ripe for a remake.
