...we have two here in donkey-walkin'ville...it's how I furnished my chillin' dorm room years ago....I like snoopin' around in em...
They are grand Palaces of Muchos Wonder & Mystery...and where often can be found one of your more finer selections of most excellent cool & groovy vintage brims.
Even an almost half smart seller of curious curiosities, with at least one decent eye and some modicum of patience, can make some okay beans scoutin' thrift stores in their spare time, then peddlin' your old-older-oldest highest in high quality junk, un-uglied furniture (you can find some sweet antique pieces might take some elbow grease) and hawkin' all kinds o' other oddly needful things those joints always seem to magically rotate through.
Smells like ducats, at least to me.
If it weren't for Goodwill, Salvation Army and Thrift stores--my family and I would have to go around naked--and then people would have something to moan about.
~ There'll be Chocolate, if God wills it. ~