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He Shoots, He Scores!! I

He Shoots, He Scores!!
I took my little brother (ok, he's not that little anymore, but I'm still bigger and older) to the Thrift Store so he could look for a new monitor (in my day, there were no computer parts in thrift stores, just crap). While he was testing, I wandered the store looking for anything to keep my interest. I stumbled into a pile of CD's, covered in dust and under some magazines. I had hit it - the Thrift Store Motherload. My other brother and I used to wander the pawn shops and thrift stores of Mississippi in search of the fabled Motherload - that secret stash of amazing music (or comic books at the time) that the owner is oblivious to the value of. We found many. I am sorely out of practice, and haven't gone out looking for the sweet vein of value in a long time.

But here, I had stumbled into it. I got:

It was a small vein, but it was just enough of a reminder to bring back all those memories of muggy summer days in our crappy Cavalier, wandering the countryside in search of cheap treasures.

posted June 10, 2002 9:58 AM by Kevin Lawver | | | permalink

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