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On our last full day of vacation I threw the husband a bone and let him choose our destination and activities.

Big mistake.

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Naturally he picked a giant antique mall in the neighboring state of Massachusetts.

It was a ratty looking old place and after an hours drive, we hit the rest rooms upon arrival.

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I was not impressed.

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But the husband was in treasure heaven.

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He adores these places and examines every item fully.

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There were a few interesting dealers and pieces.

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But after the first three hours?

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I was ready to drop the plunger on that detonator.

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And out of all the items in this massive space?

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My guy picked out old wooden yard sticks.

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Jesus wept.

He shopped, and shopped.

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And shopped….

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And I seriously regretted throwing him that bone.

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I don’t mind looking at vintage things. For a while. But antique shopping with my husband is a marathon event.

To pass the time I usually end up flipping through albums.

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This caught my eye.

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And this made me chuckle.

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And then I lost the husband to a clearance sale booth.

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After 4 hours, he wasn’t ready to go but I insisted on a lunch break.

He bought yard sticks, a giant glass water bottle, old advertising wooden hangers and some military ephemera.

I walked out with one thing.

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Jefferson Airplane’s last album with the original lineup, 1969.

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Controversial in its day for anti war lyrics and political content, Jerry Garcia made a guest appearance.

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A classic counter culture piece of vinyl history to add to my collection. .

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