Thoughts on Salvation Army

Thrift stores remind me of growing up. The excitement of going to Goodwill, the smell of second-hand clothes, the humidity of morning yard sales, the redundancy of mass-produced clocks, the excitement of something you want but don’t need.

It felt like walking into early 90′s America – pants of every color, excessive duck-themed decor, clunky kitchen tools. I’m not one of those people that misses the decade when I grew up. I don’t miss the TV shows or the toys or anything. I appreciate the feelings I get when I walk through a mini-museum like a second-hand store, but I guess I’ve always looked to the future and rarely thought of the misadventures of my childhood. Good riddance.