Camera Memory Card and The Antique Road Show in Arkansas

     Last weekend I went to the Antique Roadshow in Arkansas.  I took my camera and I took tons of pictures.  I was going to post all about Little Rocks downtown and my experience there at the Antique Roadshow. My Mom and I went to antique stores, flea markets, the Whole Hog BBQ (try the potato salad, and all six BBQ sauces), and a great little New Orleans restaurant called Dizzy's Gypsy Bistro (try the cheese dip and wedding cake), both home runs.
      We went down to the River Market, and to the show.   Then... I came home and realized I left my memory card in my computer AT HOME so I lugged my heavy camera up and down the shores of the Arkansas River with no memory card and I ignored the 'card empty' message that pops up the hundred or so times I took a photo....it would have been a great post.  I'm sure they were the best photos I ever took.  At least, that's what I can say now.
     I did find out, again, I don't know how to shop for antiques and all I've bought are worth what I paid....or much...much less.  I also discovered all my family heirlooms only have sentimental value.  Well, good...I wouldn't have wanted to sell them anyway and now I won't regret the early retirement my imaginary discovery would have brought if I was willing to part with valuable items from my ancestors.
    This is my second time to go to the show.  If you like Antiques, you should definitely get into the pool for tickets.  It's a lottery system that happens sometime in early spring.  The MOST fascinating thing is standing in line (you get a ticket for a certain hour) with all the other people who bring the most interesting stuff.  I particularly like to see people wheel in large chunks of furniture because I think....wow, dedication.  I looked for the smallest items I thought might have value.  They both fit in my purse (each person gets to bring two pieces).
    You wait in line, a preliminary person 'evaluates' what category your things go in (the most popular seemed to be collections and paintings).  You then get a ticket for the lines you will go to, and you wait until they call you forward.  You then get a free appraisal from one of the guys or gals you see on TV (if you watch).  They actually spend a significant amount of time explaining where your object stood in history, how it would have been used/bought/it's significance and value.  I appreciate that my 5 dollar records my grandfather brought back from Japan get as much attention as the next persons never seen before BB King photo.  I didn't find out I was independently wealthy, but I did learn a little more about my ancestors.
   I have no photos, so...you'll just have to take my word for it.