A few rainy days ago I struck out on a rather foolhardy expeidition to a large thrift store in West Hempstead, a sister store of which I spent many blissful hours, and dollars, in during high school back in Washington State. It paled, nay, it sagged and sulked in comparison to its West Coast cousin, BUT, I did pick up this new warm cardigan, some odds and ends, and a few things for my room, including a hilarious pillow shaped like a little hamburger-dude. So all was not lost. And any rainy day spent on trains is an ok day by me.
