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I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT WE KNOW THAT YOU ... WHERE WAS I?


I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT WE KNOW THAT YOU ... WHERE WAS I?

I know that you know that we know that you, I … where was I?

There I was. Reflected in the stringly strung star strand at Deluxe Junk. Seattle’s Fremont neighborhood. A thirty-four year old antiques store set to close. The culprit, an unjust eviction notice.

Thrift

And this is necessary because …

… things are just not fair sometimes. Glad to have made a last visit to this icon, at least. People were emotional in their reminiscing. Took a friend along whose parents are BIG antiquers. Spent some time chatting with them about their finds when they were out West for a visit recently, in fact.

Bouquet

What would it take?

More than a bouquet of old pencils. We each fell for a frivolous item that we didn’t end up leaving with. I didn’t need that mannequin head, anyway.

Vintage

De Junk in the Trunk.

This car sits (sat) just outside Deluxe Junk. My friend says she can see me in a vehicle such as this. She knows what my ears like to hear.

Vintage

“Hey, I’m not a nut, I’m a cashew.”

My dad’s latest claim. I often say, “Dad, you nutcake.” It’s replaced “squeirdo.”

This reminds me of my VW Beetles, years ago, before having sanded them down. Cancerous rust.

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