I have never in my life known the pleasure of a real hardware store. Not one. Where I come from, it was always the same fluorescent hellscape. Home Depot. Lowe’s. Ace. Pick your poison. They’re all basically the same miserable beast wearing a different colored vest, acres of concrete and merchandise staffed by people who seem genuinely in fear that you might ask them a question.
So when I landed in Colorado and some local mentioned McGuckin Hardware with the reverence normally reserved for churches, race tracks, and good whiskey, I had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
McGuckin?
Sounded like some dusty little screw-and-nail joint where old men wandered around smelling cedar and discussing the proper way to sharpen a hand plane.
I was wrong. Dead wrong.
Turns out Bill McGuckin opened the place in Boulder back in 1955 as a scrappy little mom-and-pop hardware store, and somewhere along the way the thing mutated into a 60,000-square-foot mechanical organism...
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