Tag: thrift store
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Larry’s Big Diner
My back throbbed like a swollen tooth when I took the exit north into Midtown Phoenix. Evening shade flicked the night lights on. I blinked and yawned, going windows down to wake me up. I’d heard about not leaving your house due to severe heat. Only I lived in Atlanta and didn’t understand the big…
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Earnest Ernest
Of all the thrift stores I stepped into, this one had me calling hello as if I was walking into the bungalow of a buddy I’d known since grade school. All I had for inspiration was Meredith saying once, “I’m surprised you’ve never met EJ with all the times he and Earnest came to shows…
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The Alphabet Game
I was standing on a bluff in high grass overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Children slid down the steep dunes on burlap sacks marked with logos for old beer. The ride ended at a beach where more children fueled a bonfire with record albums.
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Big Sky
I left Three Forks on June 27th, tempted by signs for Big Sky an hour south. It made sense and checked all the right narrative boxes.
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Mondo’s Market
“It’s the difference between want and need,” said the purveyor at the booth selling old factory doors, railroad ties, and sections of picket fence.
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Mobile
“The food changes as you move down the coast. First you’ve got Savannah, which is creamy and decadent. Then you move west to Mobile. Still creamy, but now you’re adding in cajun spice. Shoot over to New Orleans. The cream’s mostly gone, and the spice takes over.”
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Thrift Store
The article was hidden in a stack of old magazines in the back of the thrift store. How I’d ended up in that dusty corner of the oldest thrift shop in America is another story for another day. What was the story was that the article came in the form of a delicately snipped newspaper…
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