There is a lot more to that story. wonder if it was a fencing operation that needed to move, right now.
Ah, clever suss. But I suspect not, and I think if you'd met him you'd agree. He was the least "goodfella" type you can imagine, more like a nerdy rabbinical student.
"Good front," you might think, but again I think not. When I walked in and started looking, and then asking very specific questions that showed I had some audio suss, he greeted me like a brother. He was excited that I was knowledgeable and, like us, he really enjoyed talking about it. When he said the tube gear had been recapped — and I asked
which caps he chose — he loved the question, he knew it mattered.
Also this was 1993: old tube stuff and turntables were not "hot" products (in either sense) thieves would steal, or fences fence.
He was also
very open about himself,
too open for his own good; I even cautioned him about it. Example — After 20 minutes or so he said, "Sorry if I sound a bit scattered" (he didn't) "but I'm bi-polar and I'm on tons of meds." He even recited a list: Prozac, Seroquel, etc etc.
When I showed interest in that gigantic Class A amp from UK, he said "You can try it, but I don't think you'll like it. You're a tube man, and even though it's Class A, it's shrill and strident. You'll lug it home, hate it, lug it back, it weight a ton and all you'll do is hurt your back."
He was happy to loan me
anything for home trial, no with deposit, no card-swipe, not even my phone number — hardly the behavior of a fence. I even said "You're way too trusting of someone you just met." He just smiled, "My Mother always told me 'The eyes are the windows of the soul.' Is that mob-talk? I did take the Magus on loan, but he was so generous and trusting I drew the line there, I didn't want to take advantage or even
feel like I was.
After I bought what I bought, he helped me carry it to my car, parked at a meter in front. Big parking ticket: $85! He said, "Oh ****, that's
my fault! I should've have warned you. I'll pay it." I said No, he was already giving me great deals — but he insisted, he even took the ticket off the windshield so I
couldn't pay it — and he DID pay it!
I think he was just a really nice messed up guy, and wanted to be my friend. The abrupt closure of the store worried me — I thought something bad must have happened.
Meanwhile, he was gone but I still had his Magus. I wanted to pay for it. I called many times, never a reply. I slid a note under the door, with my number, asking him to call. Nothing. I even called the rental agent named on the For Rent sign and asked if there was a forwarding. No. And the agent knew nothing about him, or the closure — to him it was just a vacant shop on a prime street, with no story behind it.