a circuitous route

On Thursday, I drove down to Portland, and after spending the night, took an early morning flight to Philadelphia.  And, after almost missing my next flight–they were closing the gates as I arrived, I boarded another flight, this time to Los Angeles.

Upon my arrival the lovely bride picked me up at LAX, and we headed to Long Beach–first for a bit of lunch, and then to visit the grand nieces.  Twin girls, and they are adorable.

It was going to be a quick trip for me.  The lovely had been in Long Beach for a week, and I would only be there for the weekend.  So, not much time for antiquing.  Still, I had heard there was a swap meet / flea market taking place in Costa Mesa, so on Sunday morning I headed over.

Lots of tube sox.  Lots of used tools.  Lots of old fishing gear.

And, lots of skateboards.  Well, not lots, but quite a few.  Not surprising really, and I had hoped to find the particular model I skated in my youth, but to no avail.


For those wondering, it was the Vision Mark Gonzales model that was the skateboard of choice back in the day.  And, I can’t actually recall how many of this particular board I had, but it had to be at least 5 or 6.


Not that I really need another skateboard–yes, I still have one.

That said, there were not a lot of corkscrews to be had in Costa Mesa.  There were a couple of recent examples, but I came away empty handed.

Oh well…  Maybe next time.

The trip however was awesome.  It was great to spend time with family, and a fair amount of time in the sun on the beach.

So, why does the title of the blog mention a circuitous route?  You ask yourself.

Well, on our flight back on Monday, we left LAX, and headed back to Philadelphia, and then boarded the next flight from Philly to Portland.  And, after 45 minutes of flying time, the pilot came on the PA, and announced that due to high winds, we would not be able to land in Portland.


Not landing.

Instead, we were turning around, and heading back to Philadelphia.

After landing, and finding out we were now scheduled on a flight the next morning, the lovely and I found a hotel, made reservations, and headed over.

The following morning, everything went off without a hitch, and we made it to Portland–unburied both cars that were encased in snow–and headed back to the island.

No corkscrews were found at the Philadelphia airport or its environs either…

When we got home however, after a trip to the post office, there were indeed corkscrews!

There was the Junior Cork Puller Clough advertising piece:


And, a nice corkscrew whistle acquired in a recent trade:


Also, a F. White patent – marked FOUR-IN-ONE WARRANTED CAN & BOTTLE OPENER KNIFE PAT. FEB.10,03.  This one is currently missing its Clough corkscrew attachment.

This will be fixed shortly.


And, finally the corkscrew I was most anxiously awaiting: an 1894 German DRGM 28289 by Hugo Bohme.  A rare piece, with the spikes inside the spring.  It is marked between the spikes with DRGM.  And, is in pretty nice shape.



Of course, as it isn’t American, it will probably head into someone else’s collection.

Whatcha got to trade???




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