Some antique shows are like comets.
They shoot through the sky in a blaze of glory and you enjoy their exciting beauty and brilliance while you can. When they are gone, you can only recall the memories, good and bad, and wonder what happened. What went wrong. The year was 1974. An antiques show was in the making, destined for a long, successful existence, despite a local fire marshall who preferred to hassle dealers, crumbling particle board walls and leaking bathrooms.