.
On our last full day of vacation I threw the husband a bone and let him choose our destination and activities.
Big mistake.
.
.
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.
.
.
I was not impressed.
.
.
But the husband was in treasure heaven.
.
.
He adores these places and examines every item fully.
.
.
There were a few interesting dealers and pieces.
.
.
But after the first three hours?
.
.
I was ready to drop the plunger on that detonator.
.
.
And out of all the items in this massive space?
.
.
My guy picked out old wooden yard sticks.
.
.
Jesus wept.
He shopped, and shopped.
.
.
And shopped….
.
.
And I seriously regretted throwing him that bone.
.
.
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.
.
.
This caught my eye.
.
.
And this made me chuckle.
.
.
And then I lost the husband to a clearance sale booth.
.
.
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.
.
.
Jefferson Airplane’s last album with the original lineup, 1969.
.
.
Controversial in its day for anti war lyrics and political content, Jerry Garcia made a guest appearance.
.
.
A classic counter culture piece of vinyl history to add to my collection. .
.
River's world..... 