At this point, I heard a voice yell out to me “You can walk on it.”
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Note my fancy workstation. I took a few photos of some items Bob/Julie wanted to get rid of and posted them to Craigslist.
We had several conversations during our time there, trying to figure out where we might place particular items. At a certain point, we stopped trying to answer that particular question and thought about the opportunity – when else might we be able to purchase something like this? It was a little dizzying.
This was a large, circular container… filled to the brim with curved, black and white photographs. I’m not sure if the photos had any direct relationship with the vessel they were in, but it seemed to be a mishmash of images: some of heavy machinery, others of what looked like a school or church.
On Friday, Julie trekked up from Frankfort to meet up with Liz, after getting an invitation to visit a seller’s wares at his house. A guy named Gabe shows up at the I-80 Flea Market, and his booth is one of her first stops, whenever she attends.
I cannot emphasize how dirty and disgusting the attic was. Liz and Julie braved the upstairs using Tyvek suits and masks, but from what they reported – the floor was littered with mouse pee and poop. There was a ton of junk up in the attic, and the mice/squirrels just had a field day with it all.
While a nice homage to Thomas Edison, I found this display really creepy. Partly, the display celebrated his inventions… but it also felt like they were using Edison to shill for the products here in the building. I walked up to look at some of the items in closer detail, and had this unnerving feeling that Edison would turn to me, smile, and ask if I needed any help finding the “perfect blender.”
It’s a funny thing: I used to drive up to Barrington all the time, for the first job I landed out of grad school. For a solid two years, I’d take the Roselle Road exit, and drove by this castle wondering what the inside was like… and today, finally, I got to find out.