Years ago, I happened upon a row of antique stores in a Los Angeles suburb. This “antique row” is located on Magnolia Boulevard in Burbank. Without meaning to, I became enamored with one store in particular, “Best of Times.”
To this day, whenever I need a unique gift for someone, I head to Best of Times. If I’m looking for a clever something-or-other to hold open a door, I know just where to go. And I never know what I’ll find.
Looking around my living room right now, I can spot 3 different items I’ve collected – over many years – all from my favorite shop.
Why do I keep making the trip to this particular store? I don’t know. I do know I feel drawn to the place. And I know that I love, love, love the way I feel when surrounded by the variety of wares.
There is beauty to be found in every corner, on every shelf, in every case. And there’s something about being around all those things, things that pre-date my existence. I’m guessing most of that stuff will be here long after my passing. And I like that. It reminds me of just how fleeting my life is. And it makes me want to be sure to actually live while I can. Because I can.
No matter what’s going on in the world, I’m still alive. And that means a lot. Maybe these really are the Best of Times.
