I once again find myself bothered by the jingle of money and the dollar signs in people's eyes while watching "Antique Roadshow"(a show in which appraisers give monetary/auction and/or insurance value to items people bring in, for those not familiar with the program) for possibly the 100th time or so.
You see people with this look of hope in their eyes. And, these "judges" dispense good and bad news whether they seem to know their stuff or are just critical people. And, after salivating a while or growing pent up with anticipation, they give a number which either dazzles or depresses the person who brought in this "treasure".
If I was out to sell something I found at a store or rummage/estate sale(or won at auction), I might jump in feet first to get a price and run with it.
But, when it comes to a family treasure or something of the utmost personal value, how can any "price" replace that? You tell me to insure it for thousands of dollars, but what magic can that money ever do to replace what was lost? NONE! No magic. No time travel fix. Nada. There is no way I can take some sum of money and do anything with it that would take the pain away. And, if I ever let that monetary calculation get fixed in my head in that way, I would be a heartless person crying over metal and paper that may not even exist or ever be in my hands.
The showcasing of all those treasures and the stories behind them is delightful. But, the numbers tossed around are not.
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