These past few weekends, the Missus and I have been on a little antiquing spree. I never gave a lot of thought to antique shops when I was younger but have started enjoying them more now that I arguably belong in one. (Just as an aside, one of the many ways that I’m reminded of my age these days is that when we go into an antique store, I inevitably spot archaic items just like some I remember being in my home as a child. Today’s find was a croquet set, identical to one my parents used to keep in our garage.)
Today, we visited an interesting shop in Syracuse that we had never been to before. It was a wonderfully shambolic place that had the look and feel of Fred Sanford’s living room, but with about 100 times the square footage. Wandering around the shop, I started to notice a fair number of items related to U.S. presidents. That’s not to say it was a store specialty, and those items were a tiny fraction of a percentage of the total merchandise. It just seemed like in every corner of the store, there was something related to a past Commander-in-Chief. Being the armchair historian that I am, that stuff is like catnip for me…although not enough to actually buy any of it. I was happy to just snap pictures and make snide remarks.
Here are some pics we took during our visit:
a.k.a. V.J. 
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