Down there on the corner across the street is a thrift mart. It’s the last shop on the right. Cash only, no checks, no credit cards. One heck of a collection. Good stuff. Seems there are lots of customers when I pass by, always in a hurry and often without enough cash. Next time I travel through there, I’m taking a hundred bucks. Further on down the road, south along the 69 is another junk shop, or shall I say yard. All sorts of items to be found there and I always slow down to look, threaten to pull off and see what I can find, but one of two things occur: the clock is ticking faster than I can get there; there’s a truck behind me in some mad hurry to get somewhere.
Next month, I’m taking my own sweet time and will shop Celeste.