The navy plaid blazer in the window caught my eye and we went in for a while after the farmer's market. Too big for me, (besides I already have a similar Pendelton jacket) I joked that Paul should give it a try. It is a men's jacket afterall. "Should I wear it on the links?" "No. In a comfy club chair with your manhattan after playing eighteen."
What a treasure trove this place turned out to be. They had a collection of Franciscan atomic starburst ideal for Pete and Trudy Campbell's apartment. I had to stop myself from buying every old key in the basket for some sort of imagined arrangement. I browsed vintage Viemaster reels including a series on the resurrection of Christ and the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth, some well-thumbed Agatha Christie paperbacks, and the girls tried some "fabulous" costume jewelry. We left them all for others; all I took were photos.
Part of the charm of our town just outside the bigger city is funky places like this that spark stories, laughs and ideas. Sundays are perfect for that.
