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Let's get in our Tardis and travel forward to the current time. Somehow the jug ended up in an auction sale. There an antiques expert saw it, wet his pants with excitement and paid $300. He'd mistaken it for a piece of highly prized art created by some indigenous person who roamed the plains of Oregon hundreds of years ago. Does Oregon even have plains or are my imaginary musings going completely off kilter? Heck, I'm feeling a bit too lazy this morning to go and research that on Wikipedia. Maybe one of my US readers can set me straight. Anyway once it seems that its real provenance was determined, the value of the jug came crashing down again. Maybe though the story of its recent history meant that just a little bit of that deflated value was retained. It got me thinking. Setting the price of anything must be a dead funny science.