Ever wonder what the inside of a Treasure Chest looks like?
There's a little junk store near my house called The Treasure Chest. It's a cluttered, crowded, claustrophobic mess inside, as you can see. The selection of items is eclectic -- it's the place to go for a fine earthenware elephant, a used dictaphone, heaters, suitcases, battered furniture ... if it's ever been bought or sold, it has probably passed through here.
I don't get to visit as often as I used to, but I stop by on occasional Saturdays when they're open. Rick, the owner, is a real character. He's the fellow who put aside the vintage Parker Duofold fountain pen for me last year. How he found a pen in the chaos of the store stymies me, but I'm glad he's on the lookout for things that interest me. It's been sort of a theme recently, but it rings true: It's good to have friends who look out for you.
There's a little junk store near my house called The Treasure Chest. It's a cluttered, crowded, claustrophobic mess inside, as you can see. The selection of items is eclectic -- it's the place to go for a fine earthenware elephant, a used dictaphone, heaters, suitcases, battered furniture ... if it's ever been bought or sold, it has probably passed through here.
I don't get to visit as often as I used to, but I stop by on occasional Saturdays when they're open. Rick, the owner, is a real character. He's the fellow who put aside the vintage Parker Duofold fountain pen for me last year. How he found a pen in the chaos of the store stymies me, but I'm glad he's on the lookout for things that interest me. It's been sort of a theme recently, but it rings true: It's good to have friends who look out for you.
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