|Look at all this cool stuff! I'm including Steve's beard, of course.|
A day later, we'd tripled our inventory and had the coolest instruments for a fledgling music store - green guitars, seven-string guitars, banjos, mandolins, all kinds of stuff.
Steve runs our store when Sheryl and I head out of Dodge. He is in charge of the Open Mic Night at One Restaurant. He's The Man.
If you are looking for run of the mill and junky garage sale crap, which flourishes in Calftown, don't stop at his place. If you've got an eye for the obscure and interesting, well, check it out.
Sounds like Sheryl and I will have to make a stop before we open the store Friday morning!