I’ve been doing some “thrifting” lately. Going to thrift and junk shops to see what’s there and to get some inspiration. Mainly I look for fabric, usually in the form of sheets, curtains, and table cloths. I can sometimes find some great stuff for dollars. Much cheaper than in a fabric store, and I’m being kind to the environment.
There’s this place in Denton, Texas, called Mike’s. It’s not a thrift store but rather falls more into the “junk” category. It’s so packed you can hardly walk in. But it’s filled with fascinating stuff–most out of wood or serious, long-lasting materials.
I visited Mike’s yesterday. I scoped out the old tools, fans, and cast iron skillets. All stuff my Dad loves. But this little machine caught my eye. I’m a sucker for boxes or bags of any sort and when I opened this one, I was struck. Was it an old polygraph machine?
I didn’t know but its dial on the left has settings like, “test 1, test 2, test 3.” There’s a little ticker needle that records information on a scroll of graph paper. I imagined some police department in the 1960s using this machine to catch a bank robber. Or a PI strapping it onto the arm of a cheating husband. Oh the intrigue!
A quick search on e-bay revealed that the machine isn’t anything that exotic. In fact, it’s name should have given me a hint to what it was: Cardi-All: Cardio, cardio machine, portable EKG.
Here’s one that’s similar for sale on ebay:
Still, I prefer the stories I imagined standing knee-deep in junk at Mike’s. Although a portable cardio-machine could illicit a few wild tales: a serial killer watching how much a heart could take before it exploded? Hmmm. How my mind works!