Some folks bring me old newspapers, photos and tomatoes. Got a lucky horseshoe from a Veteran.
One woman brought me some medicinal moonshine (I haven’t been that sick yet). A friend brought me a chiropractic clinic sign from a building he was restoring because I’d once written about the good doctor.
This week, someone left a wallboard sign for shirts with the “Arrow Collar” on the front steps of The Transcript.
It’s a painting of a dapper young man with a tight-knotted necktie advertising the stiff Arrow Collar.
He looks to be about 1930s era. He has an odd gaze to his right. The mystery man sits in my office, waiting the rest of his story to be shared.