The stairs also led to a large dark and gloomy basement. There I found the standard thing all nonagenarians accumulate – old ball jars. In the gloom I also found a strange looking mug with a man’s face on it, a wooden machete from Puerto Rico, a goblet with a home made Santa Claus head, a wagon made from a case of Coca Cola and a large bed frame.
Since it was late when I arrived here I did not have enough time to fully examine all the contents of this mother lode.
I collected some needed items for my artwork including the crab and some dance trophies and paid. I had intended to return the next day. But other accumulations were waiting to be perused.