Naturally, Jamie and I wanted to return this year and see what was new. [Tangent: After establishing last year that this roadside attraction wasn't a ploy to murder people, but instead was just the collection of a local, our fear was minimalized.] Unfortunately, when we stopped by to poke around the premises last month, they were closed for the day...again! [Tangent: This was probably best because my raging bird phobia doesn't like the ideas of that live poultry getting all up close in personal with yours truly. I prefer them behind the fence! Some very nice man with a beard (Presumably Dale) did invite us to come back the next day, but it didn't happen this trip. ]Luckily, there is so much stuff to see on the exterior!
|the kotex-wagon is still a standout favorite. I told Jamie this will be his album cover.|
|and this will be the liner notes|
I am so fascinated with this guy. He's like the fanciest of hoarders. [Tangent: I mean apparently he owns cars from The Godfather and a coffin Johnny Depp used in Sweeney Todd. Also rumor has it, his home features a jungle theme room with an indoor hot tub! I really need to know this guy! He's like the Elvis of salvage yards.]. After reading about him, all of the madness seemed to make WAY more sense. You may remember his numerous allusions to crackheads like this, and come to find out on this site, back in 1988, our pal Dale avoided prison time on three dozen cocaine trafficking charges after helping investigators indict 70 others in a huge sting operation. So he comes by all the anti-drug references naturally.
Apparently, lots of other folks have caught the Dale fever because the folks from American Pickers have apparently been by to pay him a visit [Tangent: How I have missed that episode with as much reality TV as I watch...I will never know!] and some guy who misspells the word mannequins on this site is proposing a documentary feature, which of course will be added to my Netflix queue immediately should it get funding.
Hopefully the third time will be a charm and the next time we visit coastal Carolina, we'll meet the man, the myth the legend of junk.