Traveling west on Interstate 90 the family and I were still quite a few miles east of Spokane and a town we remembered days earlier on our Eastbound journey was on our minds as we went home.
Wallace, Idaho sits just off of Interstate 90 and is a fantastic historic town. Plenty of old brick buildings and turn-of-the-last-century charm makes this a great place to stop and pee…or look at antiques.
One of the stops was an antique store that had a sort of creepy feel from the beginning. I was immediately met by the store’s owner who sat in an old barber chair just inside the door. He looked like he was in his 60’s and his silvery pony-tail indicated that his age and his decade of choice were the same. There were lots of antiques that reflected the swinging, partying aspects of life from earlier decades. Some were cool and some just had a seedy vibe.
I talked to the owner briefly before leaving and he shared that he was from the same area where I live. He said he used to run whorehouses and gambling houses in the area back in the 60’s. If I'd had another 30 minutes I would’ve liked to have learned about his journey from…uh…the 60’s all the way to Wallace. Next time.