Since all three of us were down with the flu this past weekend (what non-senior citizens get the flu anyway??), there are no pix of us frolicking on the beach, enjoying abundant California sunshine and perfect high-70s temps. Nope, sad to say, we barely left the house.
So you'll have to deal with more old scans.
Back in the pre-Celeste days, Allie and I used to enjoy hitting antique stores and architectural salvage places (yeah, this should be an entry on this at
Stuff White People Like, but I digress). We rarely spent much money, we mainly liked to check out the old junk. I'd occasionally walk away with a good deal on a cool old finger-chopping electric desk fan and Allie may have found cool pieces of vintage McCoy pottery, but we were mainly interested in browsing.
Our friends Rob and Peg turned us on to a small place just northeast of Lake Geneva. We just called it "Springfield", based on the unincorporated town it was located in.
"Springfield" was an old elementary school that had been turned into an architectural salvage shop. Run at the time by an introverted old man, the old school rooms were filled with antique doors, windows, millwork, staircases, etc. You name it. From what I recall, he would salvage these items from Lake Geneva and Milwaukee buildings prior to demolition.
The building's school roots are obvious. Chalkboards and classic school clocks were still up on the walls, and a teeter-totter was put to good use by Allie and myself.
I don't think we ever bought anything there, but loved picking thru the piles of stuff, both inside and out.
I had started collecting old bikes by this time, but was pretty particular - I only wanted old Schwinns. These two clunkers were still cool enough to photograph though.
Allie, Peg & Rob check out a wooden boat with a sweet mid-to-late-50s Johnson...
Aye, Cap'n Rob...
And Allie finds an old sink in the yard. This is shortly before she found a beehive.
I'm not sure this place exists in this state anymore, but looking at a sat photo from Google Maps, it appears that there's even more junk piling up. (building on left side of pic)
If anyone cares to attempt a visit, it's on Spring Road, just west of Hwy 120, about a mile or two north of the Rt. 12 interchange. Visit and send me some info and pix!
EDIT - excerpt from an email from Rob last night -
"Yes, it's still there, more of a mess than ever, we were there last year looking for a
closet door for
Lake Geneva (no luck of course). Still can't remember what it's called either."
Office Depot had a deal this weekend where we received a $50 credit for recycling an old printer. And with the antique Epson CX6400 not communicating all that well after taking the iMac to Snow Leopard, we made the leap.
The building's school roots are obvious. Chalkboards and classic school clocks were still up on the walls, and a teeter-totter was put to good use by Allie and myself.
I don't think we ever bought anything there, but loved picking thru the piles of stuff, both inside and out.
I had started collecting old bikes by this time, but was pretty particular - I only wanted old Schwinns. These two clunkers were still cool enough to photograph though.
Allie, Peg & Rob check out a wooden boat with a sweet mid-to-late-50s Johnson...
Aye, Cap'n Rob...
And Allie finds an old sink in the yard. This is shortly before she found a beehive.
I'm not sure this place exists in this state anymore, but looking at a sat photo from Google Maps, it appears that there's even more junk piling up. (building on left side of pic)
If anyone cares to attempt a visit, it's on Spring Road, just west of Hwy 120, about a mile or two north of the Rt. 12 interchange. Visit and send me some info and pix!
Taken the morning of the race, a little brisk (probably in the 40s). Nice Lund - just like the ones my grandparents had on Green Lake. But theirs had a 20HP Johnson.
Getting prepped for the race. Dig Don's Allsop Softride Stem. Not shown - purple ano hardware.
Don & friend Lisa at the start. These were the days when it was acceptable to wear cotton while cycling. Wicking schmicking.
Yours truly with a mushroom-shaped Bell Image Pro lid. My bike has Don's old Softride stem (black/silver).
I have no idea on what my results were, but I do remember bonking badly about 15 miles into the 40 mile race. Some Powerbars and Gatorade got me going again. Sadly the Chequamegon's site only has results going back to 1997.
Afterwards there was Hamm's to be had. From the Land of Sky Blue Waters (waters...).
And go-karting.
And the po-po (Washburn County Sherrif). Luckily I got off with a written warning (I still have a copy of it in my photo album).
And Pez.
