The weather was not supposed to be all that great and we didn’t know if we’d be allowed to invade Olde Good Things in Scranton, but the gods were with Mo that day. Dave Cohen (photo 25), Mo Devlin (photo 24) and I wanted to get some of those odd photos Mo got once before at this place, but we thought the three of us with backpacks, tripods and knee pads might be asking too much of their hospitality. As soon as we pulled near the place Mo saw his friend that works there. We were hoping to find him, but were concerned he might be the needle in this rusty olde haystack. “No problem. Enjoy the day,” was the gist of his reply to Mo’s inquiry.
Those photog gods kept smiling on us as we finished up shooting in the “yard.” As we snapped our final shutters, not knowing whether the invitation included the inside of the building, a cheery gentleman appeared in the door. Chuck (see photos 43, 44 & 46) was like the doorman of Oz. “Come on in,” was his congenial attitude. He showed us some things that were still on the truck from their recent acquisition trip and sent us in the funhouse for photos.
