On Saturday afternoon, I stopped off at this ancient thrift store in Sun Valley to look for chips. The proprietor greeted me and offered coffee and a cookie, which I declined, I then walked about his store and back yard area - piled high with buckets of stuff but no chips visible. If any there were, they would have slid to the bottom of the baskets but really the place was so stinky and grungy-looking that I had no desire to paw around much. Still, I had the feeling that I'd seen the owner before . . . somewhere. Imagine my surprise to see him at the Pasadena show the next day - he's a regular there with a table of costume jewelry, the kind that's all tangled hopelessly into piles that one can never get untangled. No chips at his table there, either, but we shared a laugh when we recognized one another!