Thrift Store Shark
A baby shark. A real baby shark - in clear liquid in a glass jar - at the thrift store.
Possibly the strangest (non-clothing) item I've seen there yet.
Keep Calm (or maybe not if they're now carrying sharks) and Thrift On!
Marty's Corner
On the corner of the street I grew up on lives a treasure trove of memories. Growing up, we referred to the series of storefronts as Marty's Corner, even though that was the name of just one of the shops. Whether going to Marty's for italian ice or IBC rootbeer or to Ernie's (later Adrian's) for groceries or a grinder, a trip to Marty's Corner was always an event.
When we were very little, my sister and I used to walk or ride bikes to Marty's Corner with one or both of our parents. Every time we went to Ernie's I hoped to talk my parents into a child-size box of animal crackers, cheese tidbits, or chocolate snaps.
Eventually we earned the privilege of going to the corner ourselves. Sent with money and a list, we'd go to Ernie's Market to pick up groceries, and with the change could treat ourselves to something from Marty's.
Walking into Marty's, the grown-ups sitting at the long counter would pause their conversation and glance your way. A g…
When we were very little, my sister and I used to walk or ride bikes to Marty's Corner with one or both of our parents. Every time we went to Ernie's I hoped to talk my parents into a child-size box of animal crackers, cheese tidbits, or chocolate snaps.
Eventually we earned the privilege of going to the corner ourselves. Sent with money and a list, we'd go to Ernie's Market to pick up groceries, and with the change could treat ourselves to something from Marty's.
Walking into Marty's, the grown-ups sitting at the long counter would pause their conversation and glance your way. A g…
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