So I was driving along, and, on the corner of Revolving and Door (not their real names, but that location has had so many businesses since we moved to Corydon I’ve run out of fingers and toes)… I lost my place. Oh, yes — There’s a new store.
It’s called Old Town Store, and it’s supremely cool! I have to apologize for the orange junk in the photo, but they’re doing something municipal at all the corners, and we’ve got more orange-and-white barrels than the clown act at a rodeo.
You may not be able to read all the writing on the windows, but one word which was new to me is MANTIQUES. As you might guess, these are antiques calculated to appeal to macho manly men: old Coke machines, license plates, rusty tractor seats. “Cheesecake,” I added to the proprietor’s list of items, pointing to a pin-up picture. “Is that what that’s advertising?” he asked. So he learned a new word, too. I told him, “Cheesecake is what you call a sexy picture of a woman. A sexy picture of a man is called beefcake.” He didn’t know that, either. So we both learned something, which was most satisfactory.
If you’re on Facebook, you can see Old Town Store’s page. Otherwise, you’ll just have to go in person. Oh, darn! 😉
They have glass electrical insulators, blue glass bottles, pictures, furniture, clocks, records, flatirons, magazines, and stuff I didn’t even recognize. The purple swirly bowling ball is gone, though; I saw a guy buy it.
Since today is Tuesday, I’m posting at Fatal Foodies, on the topic of feeding a kid whose teeth hurt because of braces.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character finds something in an antique store that unearths a buried memory.