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Mt. Rainier Antique, Thrift and Salvage, Mt. Rainier, Maryland

Stuart Morris in front of his store.


Please note: This article was written in 2002. The store
has since closed.
I can't think of a more entertaining way to spend a Saturday afternoon
than rummaging around my favorite antique store, listening to Bob Dylan
or NPR and discussing current affairs with owner Stuart Morris. Mt.
Rainier, Maryland, is fortunate to have what I consider to be the best
second-hand store in the region.
I first learned about the store from an article in the Washington
Post Home Section. As soon as I read it, I knew I had to go there.
I showed up on the following Saturday, about an hour too early for its
opening. I was thinking about whether I should wait until noon (not
seeing much else to do in that neighborhood for a whole hour), when
a banged-up looking truck with a load of 1950s era dinette chairs pulled
up in front. When I asked the driver (I had no doubt it was the store's
owner) if he would be open on Sunday, he said no. But seeing me head
away from his store, he invited me to come inside while he unloaded.
Jammed packed with interesting items in various stages of disorganization,
the store was a dream come true to a thrift store lover such as myself.
I was bowled over by his collection of retro kitchen canisters. (I tried
to take a picture of them, but the flashback off of the chrome ruined
the picture, and nearly blinded me.) The various nooks in the store
contain furniture, toys, housewares, books, art pottery, clothes, and
things that defy categorization.
I'm waiting for Stuart to acquire a plaid-colored bowling ball, so
that I can purchase it and ten of his plaid thermoses and have a bowling
tournament on the sidewalk. I think it would be a great way to attract
more customers, although I haven't run this by him yet.
I try to get back to Mt. Rainier Antique Thrift and Salvage every few
weeks, just to see what new has shown up. Even when I'm deep in the
zone, searching through some box that wasn't there the last time I visited
his store, I find it pleasant to hear him greet every customer, many
of whom he knows by name. Even in negotiations, Stuart maintains an
even disposition and explains gently and without disrespect to the customer
what he thinks an item is worth and why. There should be more places
like this on earth. It's a Tacky Treasure. And Stuart, of all people,
knows I mean it in the best possible way.