A good customer comes into the shop, seeking a special
1921 Peace Dollar.
better than this example.
“I want one fully struck with no marks and full luster. I want a gem. I know it’s really a rare coin that way. I’m willing to pay for it. Do you think you can find me this special coin?”
I’ll sure try! After
a year of searching I didn’t find a thing – not a single coin that would even
come close. I was beginning to
understand the difficulty of my assignment.
From time to time I would visit dealer Danny Crabbe in his Van Nuys , CA
store. He did not sell wholesale, and
threw dealers out of his store just for asking.
Most dealers stayed away.
My relationship with Danny did not involve buying and
selling. I had many interesting
conversations with him, picking his brain about coins and the coin market. He freely shared his knowledge and
experience, for which I was grateful.
On one visit I told Danny my tale about searching for this
1921 Peace Dollar. He nodded sagely, warning
me the issue is very, very scarce in true gem condition. He noted that most people will never see
one.
“Just a minute,” he said, “I have something I want to show
you.”
He departed into his back room, returning with a small envelope and a velvet pad. Danny gently slid the coin onto the pad revealing a 1921 Peace Dollar to make you faint!
He departed into his back room, returning with a small envelope and a velvet pad. Danny gently slid the coin onto the pad revealing a 1921 Peace Dollar to make you faint!
This is the coin I need!
But he doesn’t sell to dealers; what am I going to do?
“So, how much is it,” I inquired gently.
“So, how much is it,” I inquired gently.
“Steve, you know I don’t wholesale anything.”
“Yes, I know. What is
the retail price?” I asked, holding my breath.
He hit me with the price: $250. I could buy a car for $250! A BU 1921 Peace Dollar wholesaled for $20. What to do?
I asked him to hold the coin for an hour while I considered. During lunch I stewed over the situation from
many angles. To make any money, I’d have
to charge the customer $300 for the coin.
Finally I decide to go for it. It IS an amazing coin!
The next day, the customer arrived and I’m holding my
breath. I don’t know how this guy will
react; I truly don’t know what’s going to happen.
I show him the coin and he doesn’t say a word. He just looks at the coin: front and back, front and back, front and
back. He just doesn’t say a word. Finally he says . . .
“Steve, this is the one!”
But I haven’t yet told him the price. I tell him the coin’s price is $300.
Silence. Dead, deep
silence. And then . . .
“I’ll take it. The
price is pretty high but the coin sure is a gem. Thank you so much for finding this for my
collection.”
Part of learning to be a coin dealer is recognizing an
amazing numismatic specimen when it appears, understanding that such a specimen
has unique monetary and collector value.
Nice nostalgic story. My father was Danny B. Crabb. No "e", no "s", no inference. 1966 would have been the shop around Victory & Woodman. Later he moved to Van Nuys Blvd.
ReplyDeleteCan not say that I recall you but I was just a pup then. Nice to hear good things about my father.
Thanks!
I JUST READ THIS. IN THE LATE 60S OR SO, MY FATHER AND I SPENT A LOT OF TIME IN THE STORE, ESPECIALLY EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT FOR THE CLOSING OF THE BID BOARD. DANNY B. CRABB WAS ONE OF A KIND, JUST LIKE MANY OF HIS COINS.
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