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This October, the wrong station celebrates a decade of dread.

You can read the show notes to discover terrible new ways to celebrate with us.

Today's episode, Old Stuff, is written by Alexander Saxton and performed by Anthony Betel.

Music I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm Down at the bottom of the street where I used to live, there was a man who sometimes rolled

out a canvas sheet and sold little objects, bits of glass or tarnished brass, or little

paintings or cameos in their delicate frames.

He was an older man.

You might be forgiven for thinking he was homeless, based on the shabbiness of his clothes,

and the tired way his eyes sought yours as he passed.

But I think he lived in one of those old, big Victorian houses on the leafy side streets.

In those days, it was still possible to be desperate and poor, while living amid the dust and grimmed up glass and crumbling brick of a house

worth more than a lifetime's work, if you knew how to sell, or how to survive and it was gone.

Over the years I lived in that neighborhood, I noticed the quality of his wares improved.

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