Back in Minnesota, shopping in thrift stores always depressed me. I'd hear these fabulous tales of modernist rarities acquired in thrift shops -- Scott Lindberg has even found two Picassos for mercy's sake! -- and all I would find is stained Tupperware and scratched Corelle.
For a while, I blamed the master thrifters I knew for wiping out the Twin Cities market. There were times when I was literally steps behind Scott on the Lake Street thrift circuit, adding desperation to depression - "He's going to find the good stuff first! HURRY, ANTAY!" At least I never witnessed him finding a Russel Wright circus animal at St. Vincent DePaul. Because that totally could have happened. And I would have had to kill him.
Since moving to Texas, my luck has improved, and not just because I'm a thousand miles away from Lindberg. And it's not because there aren't thrifters here: I've come to be nodding acquaintances with several. But maybe it's because I learned from the masters never to give up on the optimism that drives one into a thrift shop in the first place. Persistence -- and patience -- are the keys to success.
I thought I would simply post a few pictures of my favorite scores. Not to gloat -- okay, maybe a little bit to gloat -- but to give hope to those of you like me who consider yourselves thrift store weinies. Stick to it. There's gold in them thar hills.