When I was little, I loved riding in the car with my dad. We would pile into our navy blue VW Vanagon for a trip to a restaurant or to a ball game and if we had our seat belts on by the time we rounded the corner nearest our house we got a nickel. He very rarely took the highway and drove on different routes throughout Milwaukee whenever possible. Being the owner of a roofing and restoration company, Dad pointed out houses where he’d done work, houses that needed his work and notable landmarks and edifices. When I was a teen it started to bother me; I wanted to get to my friend’s house, not be bothered with a history lesson on this building or that every time we jumped into the Vanagon’s bucket seats. As an adult, I cherish the lesson found in steering clear of highways and taking the long way. More life to see, windows to peer into, rummage sales to pass.
On Sunday I drove up to Milwaukee on the highway to pick up my baby sister for a trip to see Grandma in her home in a town outside of the city. Instead of getting back onto the interstate we mapped Gram’s location on my handy dandy iPhone and it gave us a non-highway route. While the trip on I-94 would have been twenty minutes instead of forty-five, it was nice to have the extra time to catch up and be sisterly– and then we saw a rummage sale sign.
Of course we stopped. I’m so happy we did– even though we were late and I hate being late– because what looked like and was billed as a simple rummage sale was actually a two-level garage converted into a warehouse for the seller’s flea market wares.
The seller told us he was open sporadically whenever the markets were slow and we just happened by on such a day. The inventory was heavy on tin containers, glasswares and small shelving units. I picked up a great set of glasses for $15 and left a happy lady. Not bad for a pit-stop on the side of the road.
Better pics of my pretty glasses coming soon. And stay off the highways when you can! Happy Monday.