Maine: America's Vacationland and the South of the North.
American Pickers, you been served.
On a recent R&R getaway with the missus, we ran across this place: A road-side business involving a massive building, decades of rust, mold and splinters, and maybe seven or eight teeth.
American Pickers, you been served.
Out front signage: "Keep dogs in car. No shit."
We found it ironic that Elmer didn't want shit in his front yard!
Further Irony is that there is a toilet at the base of this sign.
The welcoming front doors to the "Antiques Mall" beckon one inside...
Like a giant Venus Flytrap!
Whilst meandering though the building, I snap a shot of some of the acres of "wares."
It was like a Tetanus Jamboree!
Another shot of things for sale here, this one taken from up one the third floor, I believe.
An attempt to cash in on the huge "Second-Hand Mill-Stone Craze" that is apparently sweeping our nation's attic.
Incidentally, as I came around to take this shot, the "Creepy Screaming Stone Clown Face" scared the shit outta me!
A wide assortment of yard crap, and not a gnome in sight.
"You want totem poles? We got your totem poles right here! C'mon Down!"
Okay, I mock, but in fairness, I did buy something; this cool, old, black kettle and it goes perfectly in my kitchen.
Thank you, Elmer.
