Cha - ching!
Here’s a picture of a cash register I bought last month. There was this old westen wear store near me that had been around for over 60 years. I had been looking for an authentic cowboy hat for years, but unfortunately, all that’s around here is Wal-Mart. Now I have nothing against Wal-Mart. I shop there about once a week myself. When you’re looking for something off the beaten path, however, Wal-Mart’s not the place to look.
So I finally make the time to stop in and, wouldn’t you know it, the place is going out of business in the month. I felt bad. The place had been around for over 60 years. The man behind the counter had been with the store almost since the beginning. There were pictures on the wall of the owners posing with Roy Rogers and Gene Autry. I found a fantastic cowboy hat infused with oil so it can be worn in the rain. Someday I’ll post a picture of that.
I returned a few weeks later on a Friday afternoon, their last day of business and bought myself a great pair of motorcycle boots. No, I don’t have a motorcycle…YET 
But hey, I got the boots and that’s a start! As the clerk was ringing up my purchase, I asked him how much for the register. The clerk replied that the owner would have to talk to me about that. I gave him my business card and sealed the deal with the owner a few weeks later. I just had to have the cash register. Why? It was just so darn cool. It’s a piece of hardware from an America that’s quickly disappearing. Certainly from before my time, this thing appears to be from the 1940’s. Poets could probably explain it better than I could. It’s odd to be nostalgic for a time period one never experienced. As Brian Wilson sang: “I just wasn’t made for these times”. I just couldn’t let something this old, this important be junked. So here’s to you Studs Frontier Western Wear. Long may you ride.
