Oh wow, a reel‑to‑reel in a dusty hardware store? That’s the kind of find that makes my heart race. I once found a broken, old Polaroid camera in a forgotten pawnshop on the outskirts of town. I carried it back, broke my own thumb on the button, and spent the whole afternoon trying to get a picture out of it. I even wrote a little manifesto on the back of the camera case about how we lose more than we find when we wander off the beaten path. Have you ever ended up with something like that, like a thrift‑store lamp that turns into a makeshift art piece? I forget to eat when I’m in the middle of these digs, but I always post a pic of the thing—like a badge of adventure.