The anti-Target, or K-Mart, or WalMart

This is a marine hardware store in Annacortes. It’s the part of the store that sells used items: hardware, fittings, floats, you name it. It has a creaky, worn wooden floor and smells like your crazy uncle’s basement, full of surprises, possibilities, and, well, old stuff.

Stores like this are disappearing. A kindred cousin in Port Townsend closed not long ago, victim of our passion for quicker or cheaper or ready-made. A place like this is visual amazement. Most of the things on the shelves don’t have perfect look-alikes next to them. Nothing’s lined up like miniature soldiers ready for service. It certainly doesn’t look like one of our predictable and clean big box stores. It’s adventure shopping at its finest for the inherent scavenger. And a nightmare for anyone craving tidy.

Take mine. They’re free.

Okay. You say “escargo,” I say, “escargot.” Maybe the free range kind, you know, the native-born U.S. sort used to the wide open spaces, maybe their species has a different name spelling.

This was in front of a restaurant in Annacortes. They can have all the free range escargot they can find in my garden. They’re hearty. And well fed.