Let’s all hold our hammer over our heart and salute one of the last bastions of the wisdom, camraderie, support, and quality product that can still be found at a true local hardware store. A place that always felt like it had been there forever, but which won’t ever be there again.
A place where the employees don’t hide from the customers, and where they actually know enough to help you. Where you learn to ask for everything first, because the place is stacked so high and deep that you’ll never find it otherwise.
A place where you can go for copies of keys that actually work, where you can ask for a ‘pole sander’ without getting a dumb look or snicker in response, and where they always have two bags of 20-minute compound. Where they will custom-cut a piece of real glass, and direct you to the points and glazing compound while you wait. Where the hardware comes in drawers, not plastic bags, and you can buy 3 bolts, 4 nuts, and 7 washers, if that’s what you need.
The last time I was there, I had this weird feeling that, by only buying three bolts, I was damning the place to its demise. I thought that I should buy a belt sander or something, just to support the cause. Now, there’s (yet another) restaurant in Clarendon, and Arlingtonians are gonna have to drive to Frager’s to get help and hardware.
I shall close this eulogy with the immortal words of David Wilcox:
An angel appeared
in a holy vision
Stood by my bedside
in shivering light
Spoke my name
Told me my mission
I could not believe I was hearing him right
Because he said, ‘Go, my son, go…
Always go to East Asheville Hardware
Before you go to Lowe’s
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