In October of 2000, my future mother-in-law, Mary Wilmarth, owner of Wilmarth's Antiques, took me to Round Top to help her and to experience the show. Her husband, Dick, was ill by that time, so it was just the two of us. (I remember having to drive all the way back from Austin in a moving truck by myself because Mary had had to fly home unexpectedly to be with Dick. That was scary; Siri wasn't born yet, and I didn't have great map-reading skills.)
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Jami: "I want to start an antiques business."
Me: "Uh huh." (paying that sort of half-hearted attention that husbands reserve for when their wives say something crazy).
The next day, packages started being delivered.
"Oh crap," she's serious, I thought.
And sure enough, she was.