If you've read my blog more than a couple of times, you'll know that I love me some eccentrics. Give me your Civil War reenactors, your
Bronies, your cage-fighting groomers, you will find acceptance here with just a smidgen of gawking:
One of my favorite eccentrics, I've never even met. Dad has an acquaintance whose main business is buying and reselling the free promotional textbooks that professors receive from publishing companies. His secondary job is as a dealer in gold coins. He travels everywhere by bicycle and he drinks his own urine, which he carries around with him in a jar. I've never met him, but doesn't he just sound too good to be true?
My all-time favorite eccentric catalog is the
Vermont Country Store. In the market for something that was rendered obsolete decades ago?
Electric typewriter?
Rotary dial phone?
VCR tape rewinder?
Cassette Recorder? All available from VCS. Alternatively, you could buy an iPhone, load some apps, and use it to replace
all of the foregoing products.
Here is a review of the cassette recorder, which gives you an idea of the age and mindset of most of VCS's customers:
I'm so torn. Part of me wants to help her with the bulging battery cover and part of me wants to tell her that when you purchase an item outmoded in 1988, you're not a a great position to complain about "weeny" cords.
