You never know what you'll come across or, better yet,
who you'll come across at this once-a-month gathering of detritus dealers and bargain hunters. It isn't just a carnival of kooky collectibles -- leatherette leiderhosen, inflatable motor-oil bottles, grimy vintage Barbie dolls, Marilyn Maye singles and nude Ronald McDonald dolls. It's also a surprisingly cruisey venue for attractive gay men with more on their minds than G.I. Joe suspenders or lab coats embroidered with "College of Mortuary Sciences." For those patrons simply cruising for bargains, the possibilities are endless, and the dealers are willing to negotiate prices. (Isn't haggling part of the fun?) Besides, there aren't many mainstream stores that sell the offbeat merchandise you can find here, such as a 1932 Jell-O cookbook or a pack of 1960s playing cards illustrated with a survivor of the Ararat Temple burn unit. This is the stuff you won't find at Halls, baby.
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