Helen and books, Bill and weird stuff, hand and glove. We set our GPS to the Weird Stuff address and off we went. It’s in the middle of a rather nice industrial park, which on the weekends is dead, except for the crowd at Weird Stuff. It’s a cavernous place full of old computer parts, electric boxes big and giant, cables, lockers, an old Bunn-O-Matic with 5 hot plates for a morning-size dose of coffee, international phone and power adapters, and a few weird folks. A very nice young man, a customer, with a large bushy beard and red spike patent leather heels, explained some of the adapters we were looking at.
We were first here almost a decade ago, and wonder if the same copy of the Word ’97 manual we saw this time was on the bookshelf back then. Most of the stuff is old, and if you are fixing old computers or electronics, this place is heaven. Wish it were nearby so we didn’t have to make our house look like Weird Stuff East 🙂
Bill bought a few small things for about $7. The really interesting things require a a large truck. Maybe next time?