Chapter 48

A few mornings later—Calvin’s ideas about opening a construction business in the Big Apple still fresh in his mind—Brock decided to check out a hardware-junk store he’d seen on one of the many tourist treks he,Junior and Calvin had gone on.

“Why’re we going in here?”Junior asked.

“Thought it might be interesting.”

Junior gave him a you’re crazy look,but followed anyway.

Inside,Brock soon got lost in the old-fashioned fixtures,fittings,doorbells,doorknobs and claw-foot tubs.The place had everything.

The manager approached.“Can I help you two gentlemen?”

“Just looking,”Brock said,stroking a brass doorknob.“You’ve got some real interesting things in here.”

The man—mid-fifties,rotund and graying beard—smiled.“”Most of this is from old buildings that are being modernized.”

Brock shook his head.“They don’t make stuff like this any more.”