Wanted to get out of my dark little office for lunch so took a drive to St. Vinny's thrift store, a sometimes-favorite treasure hunting haunt. The parking lot was full, on a Monday, not a bag sale day or anything like that. This and yet another stock market drop shows things aren't all sunshine just yet. Families and couples picked through the bargains looking for clothes and home goods. I pushed through hangers of t-shirts, looking for quirkiness. One purple t-shirt held possibilities: U.S. Olympic Training Center, it said.
Warehouse of broken dreams.