Hard Knocks, another regular at the flea, came running up to me. "How much you gotta get for the painting Picker?"

HK is somewhere in his mid-sixties and retired, like many dealers. Perhaps four or five inches under my six feet; broken blood vessels on and around his nose. I don't believe that I ever knew his real name.

Why was he interested in my painting? His primary interest is Militaria, especially weapons from World War II.

"Not for sale Knocky." And, I kept walking.

In the course of the next thirty minutes, no less than a dozen dealers inquired about the Turner. My response to one and all; "NOT FOR SALE".

"Eventually Kato and I ended up at Danny Boy's table. Mai was there, dealing with another customer. She stopped what she was doing; came over; kissed my cheek. "How's the infamous antique dealer doing this lovely morning?"

"Never better, Mai."

"Heard about your painting. How much?"

"Not you too. Where's your better half?" At that moment DBB came around from the other side of his van. He reached into the side door and pulled out an object wrapped in cloth. Handed me the bundle.

I unwrapped it slowly. A vase. Less than five inches tall. Ovoid body, irregular. Amber in color; distorted; decorated with thick amber iridescence haphazardly splattered on a deep cobalt textured background. Signed 'L.C. Tiffany — Favrile 6025K'. Early twentieth century, probably 1916 or 1917. Off the top of my head I estimated it to be worth somewhere between twenty-five and thirty thousand dollars.

Louis Comfort Tiffany, son of Charles Lewis Tiffany; the founder of Tiffany amp; Co., is famous for designing and manufacturing stained glass windows, lamps, mosaics, blown glass, various works in metal and of course, jewelry.