It is ironic that given the proximity of Wisconsin to Chicago, I get up there less frequently than far away locales like Texas and New Hampshire (should be going back there in a month or two). But I did reap the rewards of a trip to central Wisconsin and while I (SPOILER ALERT!) came back with absolutely nothing, it wasn’t for lack of trying.
I had a meeting at 2pm in Wausau and it was about a 4 hour drive. This gave me enough time to swing into one store before I headed to the plant. St. Vincent is always a safe bet and this turned out to be a pretty big, nice one.
After my meeting, I needed to drive to Marshfield but before I did I had the whole afternoon to take advantage of the prodigious number of thrift stores in town. Next up was Hope Thrift, who I had called ahead to assure they had a cache of vinyl. After receiving confirmation, I was on my way.
I have visited a Bethesda Thrift in Appleton long ago and I found a nice score over there. So it was nice to have a familiar face and I launched into my inspection without hesitation.
This place had a solitary rack along a wall which was chock full o’ crap. More neck craning revealed that I and started to laugh at my misfortune. Bust after bust.
While this may qualify as a ‘vintage/collectible’ item, eBay’s price points are surely no kind of benchmark in my book. But more importantly, all this vinyl was at best moderately above the level of interest in the bookcase. No thanks! |
At this point, my obsession was in full force. What kind of an idiot would continue to roll around in these haunts with so much bad luck? Myself would be the answer, and my travels at this point are truly irrational.
Would you return you hand to a hot stove after it just burned you? Or would you learn that doing so would inflict pain and you ought to take up another pastime? Lets just say that my hands are quite crispy. |
Besides the beating I took in this record bin, I also got a terse word from the clerk who felt the need to remind me they closed at 4pm, upon my arrival at 3:50pm. Good news for her: I am fast when paging through jackets, and this landfill held no interest anyhow. See ya, Wausau. It’s been real and it’s been fun…but it hasn’t been real fun…