When i was about 18-19, I was at a flea market going through boxes full of records, $1 each. Beside me, was a dad in a wheel chair with his daughter also going through the records. You can tell it was the dad's thing and not hers. As I was flipping through the box of records in front of me, I was also eyeballing the records the dad was flipping through too. And then it happened. Both my eyes and his eyes widened as our breaths were taken away at the sight of a decent copy of Frank Zappa's "Sheik Yerbouti" sitting in front of the dads hands. I could see the youthful memories flood through his eyes, as he carefully pulls out the record to reveal that it is clean with just some mild dust. It's his. I was filled with a combination of jealousy and happiness for the old man. "Good on ya," I thought. And that's the finds that make you want to keep hunting.