When a known restoration shop has to intervene with magazines and auction houses to preserve their integrity, the cat is fully out of the bag.
The way I figger it, this pollywog's gotta spend some time swimmin' wif de sharks, if'n I's gonna gonna keep from bein' et by the one's I don't know about. So I come here.
I like to read all the negatives about various auctions before the hammer falls, and then later a member announces his acquisition. The Parker DH of last week soundingly condemned, the Beesely of this week, the Optimus of a couple weeks ago, yet, there's always a home for the fallen. Imagine that.
I take the pronouncments of junk with shovels of salt.

Out there doing it best I can.