You gotta know My Big Boy’s brothers. Love em. They own the only two storefronts left on a small Kansas main street. And those buildings are stuffed completely full of…well, some would call it antiques, some would call it junk.
My kind of guys! And when I come to town, it’s like their eyes light up. They know they’ve made a sale. I believe they see “sucker” stamped across my forehead. And, of course, I always oblige…I love digging, and I love their stuff.
So here’s my recent pick. I didn’t even have to walk in the door, that is if you could walk in the door. It was right there, right in the front window, and calling my name. I did have to haggle a little, and try for the family discount. And in the end, we loaded it in the truck!