Memoirs of a Pawnshop Romantic: Every Day Was Halloween

Welcome to a world where it's Halloween every day, but without candy. Meet the characters I bumped heads with in my 25-year career as a pawnbroker. My pawnshops were a jumble of odd folks...a Pandora's box of characters from the edge of reality. Daily, I dealt with an unending array of weird, peculiar, goofy, and sometimes drunk, drugged and crazy people...like the man who wanted to sell children, the troubled woman who wanted a gun "that shoots a lot of bullets fast," the young man who pulled his own gold tooth to raise money, and a sweet little old lady who wept at the memory of the night she played in a band with music legend Glenn Miller. And there was Murphy who shot a man's legs off in a botched hold-up, the woman who chronicled her childhood incest in poetry, and the girl who stabbed her boyfriend in front of my shop. Come on in. Rub elbows with some of these characters. You'll chuckle, and maybe shed a tear or two.