iron and wine in the morning..almost as bad as red house painters in the night
you're a poem of mystery
you're the prayer inside me
so yesterday, a top-notch [i can blow off my work to the weekend, rarr yay] friday really-truly, scott and i visited what i will refer to as MIKE'S WAREHOUSE, though really it is a nameless, facadeless, un-pin-down-able and even SHAPE-SHIFTING entity. perhaps you know that i'm an estate sale addict; really-truly, this addiction is more like an love for a myriad of things old [quantity and quality included]. some call them antiques, friends of mine call it junk. my walls are loaded with old stuff i bought, and much of its purpose is art-ful [wall hangings, kitchen items {lately calendar tea towels, specifically}, old photos, letters, papers, memos, telegrams, books, maps, obscenely-massive sunglasses are what i'm into lately]. anyway, so i found on craigslist an ad for a GARAGE SALE/FLEA MARKET "grand opening" yesterday. the ad proported a "30,000 SQ. FOOT WAREHOUSE FLEAMARKET IN DETROIT" and mike's personal testimony, "I HAVE ANY THING YOU ARE LOOKING FOR...IT TOOK ME 35 YEARS TO GATHERED UP ALL THIS STUFF [sic]." this is the kind of thing i CANNOT resist. the mere thought of a warehouse at five mile and livernois in detroit [read: BAD area] chock-full of STUFF some guy has been collecting/ACCUMULATING for thirty-five years makes me weak in the knees [even right now in retrospect]; it's ms. margaret's kryptonite. and there were photos in the ad!
and yes, it WAS exactly like that, just multiply that first picture by twelve or so. and the reality..? stunning, overwhelming. we waded through "the collection" for an hour or so with no dearth of major discoveries or lilts of voice: george harrison all things must pass mint record, 1988 detroit tigers drinking glasses, LOADED photo album dated 1950 of a "men's club" [the MECCA of finds for me, words cannot even express]. and prices? a dollar a record, a dollar an item generally for my items [which also included my adored kitchen tea towels, 70s/80s sunglasses, another photo album and loads of old wrapping paper]. i doubt we covered one-seventh of mike's collection, which also includes musical and sports equipment, lawnmowers, clothes, hardware supplies. trust me, the ad hit it dead-on: "THERE IS SO MUCH IT WOULD TAKE ME TO LONG TO LIST IT ALL. YOU WILL NEED A FULL DAY TO LOOK AT EVERY THING IN THE BUILDING." additionally, mike informed us that he is constantly unpacking boxes and organizing and reorganzing, so every trip to the warehouse is a new experience. you're guaranteed to see things as yet unseen.
here's the info:
HOURS WILL BE MONDAY THUR FRIDAY 9:00 TO 5:00 AND SATURDAY 9:00AM TO 4:00PM
(THIS IS A GREAT CHANCE FOR EBAY SELLERS TO COME AND GET GOOD STUFF TO SELL)
HERE IS THE ADDRESS 14459 WILDEMERE ST. [livernois and fenkell {five mile} area]
DETROIT,MICH 48238
OR CALL MIKE AT (248)521-8818 (LOOK FOR A BIG BUILDING THAT SAY BAKE MARK CANT MISS IT.)
really, if you're into anything old, you should visit mike's warehouse. watch out for the crackhouses in the neighborhood, the killer [like KILLER!] dog as you walk in [one of mike's cohorts assured us he would just bark and not attack] and be sure to wear some WARM clothing especially socks/shoes in these winter days because it's totally freezing in there. my toes took an hour after leaving to defrost from being numb with cold.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
well, i was going to muse about the rest of the day, the night, devouring slow's barbeque [BEST new restaurant in detroit, hands-down], old big boy, eating donuts, friends touring australia, osciliation between jealousy and understanding, having great times with two ex's and my mom, love for whole wheat english muffins [and newfound brand specificity/loyalty], love for thomas video, hearts and blurry minds catapulted miles, sleeping on the couch every night, cold medicine as a vice, the boring end [hump] of winter, no shows to go to go anytime soon, anticipation to go to chicago/lansing in two weeks...but i guess if i talked about all that shit, things would get a little lengthly, and saturday would be gone.
xo
spoken words like moonlight
you're the voice that i like
you're the prayer inside me
so yesterday, a top-notch [i can blow off my work to the weekend, rarr yay] friday really-truly, scott and i visited what i will refer to as MIKE'S WAREHOUSE, though really it is a nameless, facadeless, un-pin-down-able and even SHAPE-SHIFTING entity. perhaps you know that i'm an estate sale addict; really-truly, this addiction is more like an love for a myriad of things old [quantity and quality included]. some call them antiques, friends of mine call it junk. my walls are loaded with old stuff i bought, and much of its purpose is art-ful [wall hangings, kitchen items {lately calendar tea towels, specifically}, old photos, letters, papers, memos, telegrams, books, maps, obscenely-massive sunglasses are what i'm into lately]. anyway, so i found on craigslist an ad for a GARAGE SALE/FLEA MARKET "grand opening" yesterday. the ad proported a "30,000 SQ. FOOT WAREHOUSE FLEAMARKET IN DETROIT" and mike's personal testimony, "I HAVE ANY THING YOU ARE LOOKING FOR...IT TOOK ME 35 YEARS TO GATHERED UP ALL THIS STUFF [sic]." this is the kind of thing i CANNOT resist. the mere thought of a warehouse at five mile and livernois in detroit [read: BAD area] chock-full of STUFF some guy has been collecting/ACCUMULATING for thirty-five years makes me weak in the knees [even right now in retrospect]; it's ms. margaret's kryptonite. and there were photos in the ad!
and yes, it WAS exactly like that, just multiply that first picture by twelve or so. and the reality..? stunning, overwhelming. we waded through "the collection" for an hour or so with no dearth of major discoveries or lilts of voice: george harrison all things must pass mint record, 1988 detroit tigers drinking glasses, LOADED photo album dated 1950 of a "men's club" [the MECCA of finds for me, words cannot even express]. and prices? a dollar a record, a dollar an item generally for my items [which also included my adored kitchen tea towels, 70s/80s sunglasses, another photo album and loads of old wrapping paper]. i doubt we covered one-seventh of mike's collection, which also includes musical and sports equipment, lawnmowers, clothes, hardware supplies. trust me, the ad hit it dead-on: "THERE IS SO MUCH IT WOULD TAKE ME TO LONG TO LIST IT ALL. YOU WILL NEED A FULL DAY TO LOOK AT EVERY THING IN THE BUILDING." additionally, mike informed us that he is constantly unpacking boxes and organizing and reorganzing, so every trip to the warehouse is a new experience. you're guaranteed to see things as yet unseen.
here's the info:
HOURS WILL BE MONDAY THUR FRIDAY 9:00 TO 5:00 AND SATURDAY 9:00AM TO 4:00PM
(THIS IS A GREAT CHANCE FOR EBAY SELLERS TO COME AND GET GOOD STUFF TO SELL)
HERE IS THE ADDRESS 14459 WILDEMERE ST. [livernois and fenkell {five mile} area]
DETROIT,MICH 48238
OR CALL MIKE AT (248)521-8818 (LOOK FOR A BIG BUILDING THAT SAY BAKE MARK CANT MISS IT.)
really, if you're into anything old, you should visit mike's warehouse. watch out for the crackhouses in the neighborhood, the killer [like KILLER!] dog as you walk in [one of mike's cohorts assured us he would just bark and not attack] and be sure to wear some WARM clothing especially socks/shoes in these winter days because it's totally freezing in there. my toes took an hour after leaving to defrost from being numb with cold.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
well, i was going to muse about the rest of the day, the night, devouring slow's barbeque [BEST new restaurant in detroit, hands-down], old big boy, eating donuts, friends touring australia, osciliation between jealousy and understanding, having great times with two ex's and my mom, love for whole wheat english muffins [and newfound brand specificity/loyalty], love for thomas video, hearts and blurry minds catapulted miles, sleeping on the couch every night, cold medicine as a vice, the boring end [hump] of winter, no shows to go to go anytime soon, anticipation to go to chicago/lansing in two weeks...but i guess if i talked about all that shit, things would get a little lengthly, and saturday would be gone.
xo
spoken words like moonlight
you're the voice that i like
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