Possibly one of the saddest pieces of faded Americana I can think of. My travelling companion and I were lured in by the metric crapload of signs for it, walked around and looked at junk for awhile, then settled down to 7 dollar grilled cheese sandwiches.
“Who started this place?” I asked the surly waitress.
“His name was Alan Shafer,” she said. “He died last week.”
That pretty much ended the conversation.over 7 years ago