It was cloudy on Monday as I left CG at the hotel and headed out to do a little shopping in Paducah, Kentucky. Many of the shops were closed, but at Courtyard Antiques, the lights were on and I received a friendly welcome from Aleta. As the shop name implies, there's a beautiful courtyard behind the store. It had started to rain but I couldn't resist a peek outside.
Over in the corner I caught a glimpse of something interesting perched upside down on the wall. Aleta dashed out in the rain to bring it in so I could take a closer look. It was a beautiful urn....see the closeups in yesterday's post. She's a keeper, for now.
My next stop was Antiques, Cards & Collectibles. They are in their final days of going out of business. Everything that was left in the historic five-story building had been brought to the first floor and piled in a heap. A gent named Patrick was working and he invited me to dig. And dig I did. I started piling things by the counter...old receipts & other ephemera, pull-down maps...and it grew darker outside.
The rain came harder, bouncing off the pavement. Patrick turned on the radio. Severe weather was in the area. The tornado sirens started blaring. I took a quick look outside and didn't see a funnel cloud so continued pawing through boxes. Old games, books and industrial waste baskets were added to my pile. CG called to check on my welfare and the sirens kept blaring. The warnings on the radio grew more serious.
I reluctantly decided that dying in a tornado in a quest for great junk would probably not be looked upon favorably by my family, (they just don't "get it")! I settled up with Patrick and we loaded my boxes in the van, getting drenched within seconds. Back at the hotel CG loaded our luggage and we headed out of town. I just hate it when a good junking outing gets cut short, don't you?