Ken H.
Yelp
"Wendell: Well, it's a mess... ain't it sherrif?
Sheriff Ed Tom Bell: If it ain't, it'll do till the mess gets here."
-Cormac McCarthy
There are smorgasbords, and then there is whatever this gargantuan expanse of wares from sundry eras might be labeled. Without beginning and without end, Treasures 'N' Junk is the sense of sight converted into a squillion mounds or spaces of vintage gewgaws, doodads, merchandise, and collector's items. I have not words to describe how tired my eyes grew just trying to take in all the junk laid end to end and table to table in this honking chunk of an antique mall. Imagine being trapped in a page of an I SPY book. Take out the clues. That is life inside Treasures 'N' Junk.
The sheer litany of trinkets here exhausted me. One space solely devoted to gas station pumps. Another looked like a shrine to Spuds Mackenzie and all that is Bud Light. Then a space of geodes. As many geodes as one could ever want. That space had more purples than a Prince music video. The usual spaces were there too: vintage tees, vintage patches, vintage coke bottles, vintage comics, vintage posters, vinyl records, etc.
Space completely breaks down in back of Treasures. Not a blank space in the visual. Just one abandoned non sequitur scrap after scrap. Everything from a bleached longhorn skull to a neglected Sizzler sign can be seen in the back of Treasures 'N' Junk.
Most items are priced like vintage items. The vendors flirt with steep prices. Right now many spaces are holding 20% sales.
I left with a $4 Las Vegas patch. Among the more reasonably priced items in the store. After the sale it came to slightly less than $4. Now that's hitting the junkpot--er--jackpot.