More like seek and ye shall be innundated. When I got my first PDP-8 I
thought it was the rarest beast on earth. Then I started looking for help
and discovered a community, then as my obsession with the "old iron" became
a talking point amongst my aquaintences I started getting "the calls."
These come at odd times and go something like:
Me: "Hello, this is Chuck."
Them: "Are you Chuck McManis?"
Me: "Yes, and you are?"
Them: "We've not met but I heard you had an old computer
museum or something?"
Me: "Not exactly, I preserve older computers."
Them: "Oh ... Well, we've got a bunch of XXX sitting in
a closet and we don't know what to do with them,
do you want them?"
Me: "Sure, I can see that they get to good homes ..."
Them: "Oh great! ..."
It gets really weird after a while, truely it does.
--Chuck