…or, “I went to Antique Alley on US 11 and all I got was this stupid shoe shoe last.”
First of all, a shoe last is a metal or wooden form used in the cobbling of shoes. This is a decent one. Slightly damaged, but a reasonably priced $2.
What ticks me off are my inflated expectations. I had envisioned the annual US 11 Antique trip to be a quaint journey through scenic Appalachia, with adorable little towns overflowing with good food, music, and, most importantly, excellent Fobot components. Junk. Same thing.
What we found on Friday, May 15, 2009, was an interminable string of Waffle Houses*, Dollar Generals, tanning salons(?), and strip malls. We drove for several hours from Bristol TN along US 11 W, down to Knoxville, and back up US 11 E, and encountered exactly two Antique Alley flea markets and 3 yard sales. And the shoe last. And although the scenery was mostly banal but occasionally sublime, I don’t think we’re going to try again tomorrow. What happened? Were we too early? Will the streets be overflowing with antiques tomorrow? Was the good part further south, in Georgia or Mississippi? I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. So–if the organizers or Chambers of Commerce would like to email me and offer an explanation, my email address is firstname.lastname@example.org . Operators are standing by.
*Don’t get me wrong. I love the Waffle House.