Some hit antique stalls with their CDV-700s cranked, hoping to spook dealers into a discount. Others surreptitiously palm an RM-60 while listening on earphones for telltale clicks from cheap old candy dishes and sickly pale-green milk pitchers. These mysterious men are a most obscure group of antique collectors, and they seek an invisible prize scorned by all others: radiation.
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For nerd-alert-y things from people who have lived on Park Street. Duh.
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