Very sad to read about the loss of Pat Ziebart (‘Man dies in downtown fire,’ The NEWS, Oct. 25).
I have been frequenting his Remember That Collectables warehouse in Qualicum Beach for years. It was a “we buy junk and sell antiques” kind of place, but I only went in to peruse the several thousand dusty record albums on shelves and in boxes. I loved his filing system, a whole shelf of “brothers” for example: Aimes Brothers, Smothers Brothers, Everly Brothers.
His pricing was always a mystery. The first time, I walked out because he was asking $40 for a used album that I could find elsewhere for $8 or $10. It was Pat’s quaint marketing technique, as it turned out. The real prices were a fraction of the sticker price but Pat reasoned that everybody loves a bargain and that his customers would delight in eventually discovering the real price.
I was in there the day before the fire for a couple of hours — you have to put in the time when looking for a gem or two amongst all the Mantovani albums. I put aside Randy Newman’s Sail Away, a Duke Ellington recording of A Drum Is A Woman and a Buck Owens to play for Yukon visitors.
But, I digress. He was a great guy and I loved hanging out with him and his little dog. He will be greatly missed. And our community is just a little less interesting with the loss of his wonderful eccentricity.