After our family reunion, we spent a day at my grandmother’s house. I decided to take the kids downtown for a little souvenir shopping. At the end of our shopping excursion, we made a quick trip into a thrift store.
I’ve visited this store before. It’s trippy. A friend bought a purple fuzzy Huggy Bear-ish pimp hat there years ago. (Potassium, check with Cobalt to make sure I got the details of that right). Anyway, I found a few interesting things inside.
I don’t know what I like most – the name of the record, or some of the song titles. I bet even “Johnny One Note” is exciting when played by Mr. Daly on the Mighty Pipe Organ! And I didn’t know roses were mighty. I bet it’s because of the organ.
After I perused the records and 8-track tapes (bought Hubs Volume 2 of Johnny Cash’s greatest hits – never heard of any of them, though), I went into the thrift store’s boutique area. Check out what I found (and purchased), because Tardie Sue needed some new shoes.
Whatever you’re thinking…I KNOW! Aren’t they…something?
When I left the store, this is what I saw across the street.
I thought this branch of spirituality was limited to the West Coast, Tom Cruise, and John Travolta, not small Colorado farming communities. Odd.