Oil changes, yoga, golf, and air filter clocks


Ashley Babbitt

I had the pleasure of attending Classic Casino Night at the Northeast Classic Car Museum Friday. I found there is something I may enjoy more than Blackjack: Silent Auctions.
The items on the tables for the silent auction varied from jewelry to sports memorabilia to automotive items and beyond.
The tables – set up just before the entrance to the dining and gambling location in the NBT Bank Event Room – were filled and staffed with volunteers.
The organization of the silent auction was fantastic.
I did seek the insight from friend Joe Angelino on how it all worked. From that point, it was game on for Mrs. Managing Editor.
Golf packages, wrote my name down. Yoga set, wrote my name. Oil change? I need one, so why not? Framed and signed Syracuse University Basketball Final Four photo? Thought I needed it. A ring that was two and a half sizes too big for my fingers? You betcha. A signed football from a team I don’t like … Sure. A crockpot even though I already own two? Wrote my name down. A clock made out of a vehicle air filter … Need it.
I arrived a little late and the Kate Spade handbag and signed SU basketball were already claimed, so I lost out there.
It’s just nice to see some friendly competition outside of the gambling tables where those winnings could be used at the live auction.
A gentleman and I went back and forth on bids for a golf package at least four times.
I’d write my name on something, then eat, then go back out and check and see if someone out-bid me. If they did, I’d go up the required amount, then back into the main area.
Has the good golfing weather passed? I have no idea. But I learned that in a silent auction I have more control over the outcome than at a Blackjack table.
It was all in good fun, and all for a fantastic cause and a wonderful establishment, so it was well worth it.
Did I win everything I wrote my name on? Negative. I came to a point where I realized I wouldn’t be able to carry everything if didn’t draw the line at some point.
But I’d like to extend my gratitude to all of those who donated items for the silent (and live) auctions, the volunteers who kept the tables organized, and to the folks who went back and forth with me on various items.
Now, I can schedule my oil change and tire rotation, make sure I’m not late by checking the time on my air filter clock, while doing yoga as the husband is out playing golf (a total of 72 holes, if I’m not mistaken).