It Takes a Village

Or more specifically it takes a Fisher Price Family Village #997 from 1973 with lithos gorgeously intact, both cars, the bridge, the restaurant furniture, the mail truck - with mail - the police car, the dentist chair, the firetruck, the phonebooth, some cheap ass plastic people switched for the real ones, and little rose, the girl in the red dress.


Seriously.
I'm the shit.

I bought the village for a crazy steal in Salem over the weekend from a guy standing out near a gas station.

I mean, he wasn't opening his raincoat for it, we had an appointment but it was eirily remincent of the time my girlfriend and I thought if you worked for Temporarily Yours Escort Service, all you had to do was go out to dinner with guys. Nothing else. And we were supposed to call Joannie from the payphone at the Chinese Restaurant at 3pm and they'sd send someone over to meet us.

It felt sketchy.
Dirty.

Like I was on a packey run circa 1985 waiting for Sully, Obie, Bri, Bri and Flash to come back with one sixpack of Heffenreffer.

Oh but the glory is mine.

I bought it for Ellie then promptly decided she was too young and put in in the empty china cabinet.

After playing with it for 1/2 hour.
Now if only I had the Merry Go Round.