Man, it has been a slow start around here, exacerbated by competing family events. Saturday found me at a college campus for an event recognizing Dean’s List honorees (daughter #2) amid sunshine in the middle 80°s. Afterward walked a neighborhood shopping area, stopping in a couple antiques stores and a GENUINE old-school hardware store. That was cool, but I didn’t spot any new-old-stock items I needed. Sunday, my father and I were heading out the door to brave the sudden cold and wind, when it began to rain. That’s three strikes.
Then fortuitously, while driving daughter #3 to an appointment this week, I noticed that a thrift store that had been closed every other time I’d passed it was suddenly open. So a semi-ToO. Turns out it’s operated by a vendor I see occasionally at local fleas, and packed a little too high and tight with inventory to be an effective retail venue. Most of what I could see was furniture and clothes. I asked about tools and after a couple minutes of restacking bins and boxes, he revealed a tub with a stack of used circular saw blades and cutoff wheels, a Disston-made “warranted superior” panel saw, a Cman screwdriver, a rusty no-name roundnose chisel with the bevel upside down, and these two 12-1/2” QuickGrip clamps.
“What do think for these?” says I.
“Four dollars,” says he.
“That seems fair,” says I, and handed it to him. I paid more for a pair of HF knockoffs that promptly broke. These won’t. I’ve used a pair of smaller ones for decades.
He thought there were more tools buried elsewhere, but all I could see where he indicated was a partial spool of lamp cord, so I thanked him and departed. I may return to check if any tools have risen to the suface, but I have my doubts.