Street Finds, Herb Retires, African Radio & The Pianorgan

Things have been slow in the world of consumer archaeology. As the volume in my barn increases so do my standards. Lately I've been more in the mood to get rid of than to acquire. Here's a few new things I couldn't leave alone.

The Pianorgan by Farfisa was a kind gift from a friend who found it on the curb in his neighborhood. The build quality is really fantastic, far better than the typical plastic chord organ. Because the build quality is so much higher the actual sound is far superior. I guess that's why Farfisa chose to call it a Pianorgan rather than a chord organ.
The chair was found at a group shop. It's solid wood and rather heavy. The triangle shape of it is visually pleasing and it's a comfortable seat for jamming on the Pianorgan. There were actually two of these chairs at the shop but I'm practicing self control and I only bought one.



Solemn wooden prayer statue:
Again, there were two of them and I chose to exercise a bit of self control and only purchase one. Plus, having just one makes it that much more precious.


African Wire Radio:


I've always admired the Boston Sand & Gravel company for sticking it out and never moving. They're located at North Station where Route 93, Route One & Storrow Drive all intersect. There are multiple levels of highway ramps wrapping around their ghost town gravel elevator and the big dig had to be built around them. I'd guess that the city would have offered them a small fortune for their small piece of land but their beautiful building has stayed put. Apparently, Herb recently retired (either from the company or from breathing) and I'll be representing for him.


Join the club.
I bought this as a joke birthday gift for a friend and while I was waiting to give it to him I realised that this black Members Only jacket was actually pretty slick looking. For people who want to wear leather jackets but aren't quite tough enough this should do the trick. Still, there's something generically K Car about the Members Only jacket and this will probably sit in a closet until I can find someone else to regift it to.


Another jacket I wouldn't wear but had to buy. I'd imagine that the sassy fellow who owned this would have been a great guy to have a beer with. Quite a relic for the National Museum Of Personalities.