Posted by Debbie
I used to love a (Portland) thrift store that was situated on 82nd Avenue and Holgate; it no longer exists. I pulled up one day several years ago, my friend P-starr, visiting from San Diego, in tow, all lathered up over what lay in store, to see them rolling the very. last. rack. out the door. The empty wasteland of dust bunnies and bent hangers and the forlorn dressing rooms with those wussy little doors waaaay in the back, lonely as hell. I cannot remember its name.
I found this clock, along with its twin, pristine and gleaming, on one of the shelves one rainy afternoon. The clerk, a young, zaftig boy who set my gaydar a-clangin', experienced a bout of mild hysteria when I went to pay for it, especially when I pointed out the other one - which he instantly claimed.
That's a rockin' clock. Love it.
Posted by: Nancy | August 20, 2008 at 05:36 AM
i used to go there too (was it st vincent de paul?) and i have that clock too (but i bought it in austin, tx!)
Posted by: Oona | August 20, 2008 at 07:48 AM
I love the clock, but am not sure that technically a boy can be zaftig. Will have to consult my yiddish dictionary to be 100% sure, however.
Posted by: nonlineargirl | August 20, 2008 at 10:21 AM
Oh i totally love this!
Posted by: flutter | August 20, 2008 at 01:42 PM
LOVE.
Posted by: mamatulip | August 22, 2008 at 05:50 AM
Ha! I found you my long lost friend! I am loving this blog and now you do know that I am going to be back here bugging you!
Oh and I am crazy for this clock...crazy!
Posted by: mrs. french | August 28, 2008 at 07:45 AM