“Who’s gonna turn down a Junior Mint? It’s chocolate, it’s peppermint — it’s delicious!” – Kramer
I hate bugs, so these massive butterfly kites I found in an Ohio Goodwill were mildly terrifying.
I imagine this is what it would be like to see a Butterfree in real life.
I got this mug a while back to give to my dad, Matt, for Father’s Day. It’s sat on my dresser for months now, but only in the last couple of weeks have I really given some thought to what my father has actually meant to me. A mug and a baseball game (I’m taking him and the family to see the Atlanta Braves-San Francisco Giants game tonight) are just a small gesture compared to what I owe my father.
Growing up, I was never too close to my dad. He worked often and we really didn’t have much in common; he liked cars and home improvement type stuff and I’ve always loved sports and travel. As the years went by I grew accustomed to not really talking to him all that often despite living with him for basically my entire life minus the year I lived on campus. In the recent weeks I’ve asked a lot of him in preparation for my move to California: he’s helped me look at trucks, motorhomes, RVs, given me his advice on countless subjects and all the while supported my half-assed plans and aspirations. I’m only now realizing, maybe due to some (key word some) maturation and the overwhelming thought of being 2200 miles away from him for the first time in my life.
To kinda keep this short, I guess this is one of coutless examples of “you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone,” which is both cliche and mildly depressing. On this, Father’s Day, step back and think about what your father has done for you. And if you haven’t had one or lost one, I’m sorry on so many levels. It’s truly a blessing to have a wonderful person in your life to help, give you guidance and provide for you. It’s also a huge waste to not cherish it while you have it. So anyone who has a father: go hug him tightly. And to all of you fathers out there: thank you. Raising a child is tough; it’s an endeavor I’m both excited and terrified to undertake. Caring and being there for your kid is the most important thing in the world, so happy Father’s Day everyone.
In my search for an RV to make my move to California, I stumbled upon a 1977 motorhome for sale in Acworth (technically Dallas, Ga.), just north of where I live. I found it posted on Craigslist and the old man I spoke with gave me directions instead of an address (side note: I’ve noticed that people 60 and older tend to prefer giving you directions instead of simply giving you their address. This in incredibly annoying). Anyway, it wound up bringing me to Treasure Cove Thrift Store, which I had no idea existed. It does not come up on Google Maps, which in my book means it isn’t real. I came to realize this place was not only real, but pretty darn awesome.
Just in case the map isn’t helpful, the address is 10323 Dallas Acworth Highway, Dallas, GA.
This place has the biggest variety of the 40+ thrift stores I’ve been to. Seriously, this place has stuff I’ve never seen at an actual store. Without visiting for yourself, I’d suggest imagining every garage sale you’ve ever been to combined, but subtract all the crap and multiply it by 10. Seriously, this place is worth a visit. Seriously. (insert synonym for seriously)
There is a ton of outdoor space full of outdoor furniture, a bunch of bikes and plenty of assorted, random things you’d never see at a thrift store. As I said, there’s a working motorhome and also a pop-up camper for sale. There were a fair amount of children’s toys, slides and ride on cars.
I wasn’t sure what to expect walking inside, but considering the bounty of treasures outside, I figured I wouldn’t be disappointed.
The interior was nicely arranged and not as cluttered as I imagined it would be. A plethora of furniture, interesting books, instruments, models, toys and even a telescope all managed to be on display in this relatively small building. Some guy was just relaxing, enjoying the cool air and watching TV. The store really had a pleasant, care-free environment.
The owner, Johnny, was incredibly friendly and happily showed me the motorhome I came to see. I attached a picture of his business card in the hopes some of you will come visit this place. I’m excited to go back before I leave Georgia and pick up a couple of things. I’m giving this my first 9/10 thrifted tweed suits for providing all you could ever want in a thrift store. It’s even cooler because it’s just a guy running a small business, which is refreshing these days. I’m only not giving it a 10/10 because it’s kinda out of the way and I hate going to regions where the teeth/mouth ratio drops drastically.