As I opened the door to enter, I nearly knocked a fellow down who was leaving. "Excuse me." "No problem." "Anything in particular you're looking for?" "No, just looking around, while my wife gets her hair done around the corned." "Well, make yourself at home, and if you need help, guy is back there." "OK, thanks." Nice fella. So, off I go on my scavenging journey.
It's a funky warehouse filled with the usual 'bargains', plus several guitars of varying condition, and a mezzanine loaded with musical equipment. My first thought was, "What's that all about?"
I was looking around at all the treasures and bumped into the guy, who was working around the place straightening up tables and helping another fellow hammer studs together in the form of a table frame or something equally as exciting. To break the conversational silence between us, I asked the guy what the deal was with the gear upstairs?
"We're the Ohio Express, and that's our gear. "Ya, right," I said. "Really," he said. That broke the ice and he proceeded to tell me that the band rehearsed there two days a week, and that they had just been signed to a recording contract. "That's great," I said. "Oh, by the way, my name's Guy," he said. Guy was the guy!