There is a place somewhere south of Montreal on the way to The States that probably won't be around much longer. It's where 'thrift store', 'junk yard' and 'mental institution' meld into one. I found a prosthetic leg there once. Spoons and dinky cars are displayed individually hanging from a thin piece of wire along the cramped ceilings. Anything you could imagine can be found there in one state of disrepair or other. The last time I was there a lot of it was closed off. I think it's collapsing. I want to make it there one more time before it disappears into a poof of rusty dust.