Monday, April 29, 2013

Swap Meet!


                A few weeks ago, as I headed back to St. Louis from Oklahoma along I-44, I considered my options for rest stops along the way.  There is an antique mall in Lebanon attached to the Russell Stover outlet that is always great; who can resist the chocolate bloopers?  Apparently I could as I skipped it this trip.
                Then there is another antique mall just outside of Rolla, where I found a beautiful set of amber glass salt and pepper shakers last summer.  Some of my best finds have come from that particular location.  Somehow, the lure of Sunday evening Salsa pulled me on past this particular gem.
                Then, I found it.  At mile 179, there was a sign for a “Swap Meet”.  It was the middle of the day, so I wasn’t expecting to find any good deals, but it was definitely time to stretch my legs.  So, I pulled into the Old Towne Antiques swap meet.  This particular swap meet was of the variety where the vendors roll up the doors of their storage units, and maybe take the time to set up a table or two. 
                The first booth that I walked through was an interesting assortment of rusted tools (nope, I don’t need a rusty new ball-peen hammer), crocheted tea towels, and an offer of .22 ammunition.  I’m not really sure what about me said that I might be in the market for .22 ammo, but if that didn’t make me realize that I was in good ol’ boy territory, the rifle being offered in the next booth was clear confirmation.
                Continuing right along, I passed by the made in China set of Samurai swords, a large trash bag full of plastic hair rollers, and a nursery school’s worth of stuff animals.  I thought I had found something awesome when I came across two lamp bases.  They were perfectly hideous, but I could picture them in my guest bedroom after a bit of cleaning, a coat of krylon, and new shades.  I asked the dealer how much he wanted for them, and without skipping a beat, he said a hundred.  I laughed and asked if he was serious; he was- he’d just bought them for himself.  I guess that there are three people in this world that like that particular flavor of hideous – whoever originally bought them, the dealer, and me.
                Nursing my disappointment on the lamp bases, I went to the next book where the vendor had not yet realized that we passed from LPs through CDs, and now we have this media-less format called mp3s…  His booth was filled with boxes upon boxes of LPs (and a collection of dolls).  While I didn’t spend hours sorting through the various records, I got a kick out of one that was lying on top.  I’m sure all of my dance friends would love to boogie to Discopedia Vol. 4.  While I didn’t check the contents, according to the cover, it contained a Disco Dance Step Lesson choreographed by Arthur Murray Disco Dance Schools.  Perhaps I could have used it for a series of lessons at South Side?  Probably not…
                Having passed up the ammo, the hair rollers, and a blast from the Y.M.C.A. discotheque past, I hopped in to my car, empty handed, and continued on down the highway.

2 comments:

  1. Except for the hair rollers, maybe replace it with a sack of silk flowers, you can find all that other stuff in our basement. Help yourself.

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  2. From your basement to mine? Although I would be more tempted by the silk flowers than the hair rollers.

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