The Local Hardware Store
I have never in my life known the pleasure of a real hardware store. Not one. Where I come from, it was always the same fluorescent hellscape. Home Depot. Lowe’s. Ace. Pick your poison. They’re all basically the same miserable beast wearing a different colored vest, acres of concrete and merchandise staffed by people who seem genuinely in fear that you might ask them a question. So when I landed in Colorado and some local mentioned McGuckin Hardware with the reverence normally reserved for churches, race tracks, and good whiskey, I had no idea what the hell he was talking …
