My beloved studded clutch bag, the throw pillow in my office with the hand painted face of a sad whippet, my daughter's first motorcycle jacket — I owe them all to you, Discovery Shop. Here's to your trippy window displays, the kitschy souvenir madness of your "global events" and the joy of rifling through other people's vinyl records, odd glasses and party dresses. Cheers to the donors and volunteers who keep it going. And to whoever drops off the steady stream of size 10 platform stilettos: Honey, you are an inspiration.