I spotted in the distance. Just a glimmer in the morning mist. The pot at the end of the rainbow. The powerball lottery. The treasure chest under the X. The siren calling to you. The one you have been searching for. Your soul mate. That pipe you have been searching for. And in the last seconds as you are waiting to hit the confirm on your bid your computer locks up and you lose. A 1950's Stanwell #34 rusticated. Any one else have a story of the one that got away.
