Sunday Funday: Mardens. A Maine Tradition.

At first I didn’t get it. It looked like a warehouse full of garbage. I could never understand why my partner Peter haunted it, looking for discount socks and the like. And then I went there looking for discounted hand weights. I’ve been assembling a home gym for JJ, and it turns out that weights are terribly expensive.

I found weights. And then I found these chairs:

And, then, yesterday, I found this fire pit.

Today we are going back for this couch.

I wanted to go back yesterday but they closed at five. I was ready to bust down their doors. Which is to say, I get it now.