Now, let's move on to the divine...
This was the best thing, hands down.
...was growing up in Portland, his dad, Paul, worked for the F.B.I. Paul was a radio technician and was responsible for ~ among other cool sounding duties ~ tracking Morse code communications for the bureau. After 35 years as a G-man, he retired and was given this clock as a parting gift.
You literally paw through the goods which are in large blue bins; hence the name.
There are bins of books...I have found some fab vintage children's books here.
Furniture, electronics, sports equipment and "art". I normally don't visit this section. Anything bigger than a bread box shuts me right down.
Smalls...my personal favorite. I have found many treasures in these babies over the years.
Clothes (and bad 80's angel crafts) I used to look in here until I once found a pair of used men's briefs. Uhhh, no thanks!
Except for the big stuff, everything is sold by weight. It's set up so you can roll your shopping cart right onto a big scale on the floor by the checkout. Please don't tell Child Services Division, but I used to bring my daughter here when she was a baby. I must have ruined her; now when I junk, she refuses to even get out of the car.