WHen I was a kid, one of my friends moved to Valparaiso, INdiana. And then I discovered Fetlas.

Fetlas was… well, they had…

Look. Here’s a list of some of the things I saw at Fetlas. Maybe this will help illustrate what kind of store it was.

Grandfather clocks.
Canoes
Lumber
Condoms
Magazines, especially the blue kind.
Groceries
Surplus firearms from every conflict on earth
paddleboats
dinette sets
outboard motors
lawnmowers
tents
assless chaps
saddles
boots
guitars
liquor
horseshoes
lodge cookware
casual clothing
housepaint
artist’s supplies
computer supplies
new firearms of every description

THis list doesn’t touch the array of ephemera.

And now they’re selling down the very last article in the store. I went there today and got 30% off a sling swivel for the 336. They have one lonely boat out front, a pile of firewood. A little pile of ammunition and a few (very few) pellet guns. One muzzleloader. A bunch of cap guns. Some leather. A little bit of fishingh equipment.

Time was, you could walk into Fetlas and find an ice cream freezer with a rack of Sharps rifles above it. A box with rack grade enfields tossed in it like umbrellas Perscopes from Armored personnel carriers next to bolts of cloth. Saddles thrown over the top of stacks of Royal Crown Cola. Boxes of milsurp 45 acp ball ammo.

And though they make noises about “restructuring” they will probably soon be gone forever. A pole building covering more than an acre, with a rotting, aging lapstrake motorboat parked out in front.