His table has an assortment of items from a clean out from his neck of the woods. Clean outs are a superb method of acquiring new stock. This stuff looks like it hasn't seen the light of day for over a century.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, "This guy lived into his nineties, and get this, he lived in his parents house his whole life. This stuff has some age."

No kidding. Most of it was just stuff, old stuff, but stuff nonetheless. One thing, however, did catch my eye.

"Mark, how much for the pocket watch?"

It was a Swiss 14K gold minute repeater chronograph with a moonphase calendar, circa 1890. It had a white enamel dial, black marking for indicating day, date and month along with a moon phase aperture. The hands were gold and blue steel. This particular watch chimes with different tones to designate minutes, quarter hours and hours. Nice loud and clear chimes. I had only seen one other. The full retail on this is $9,500. Beautiful.

He says, "It's worth close to ten g's."

"I know. What do you have to get for it?"

"I’ll do seven."

Seven was fair, but I wanted fairer. "Five grand."

"Sixty-five hundred."

"Six, cash."

Mark smiles, "Deal."

I tell Mark that my runner will be here around eight o'clock. “Tell TJ the details, he'll pick it up.”

"Picker, one more thing. Tommy Gunn has something to sell. He's asking after you."

So, I go looking for Tommy.

I walk up and down the aisles, just looking. Columbus is divided into three outdoor sections. One is a squared lot that sells only new merchandise. The next one is a squared section that deals in anything old. This includes anything from clothes and household items to collectibles and antiques. The third section is a row of dealers that runs along the building and handles the overflow from the 'old' section.

It was at the very last table, removed from just about everything, that I find Tommy and his brother, Machine, set up.