NEW BRIGHTON — There’s just something about a hardware store.
You know, a real hardware store.
The kind you probably visited with your dad when you were a kid.
The kind that still has a sign in the window that reads, “Yes, we’re open.”
The kind where the front door still jingles when you enter.
The kind where every step on the creaky floor reminds you of the building’s rich history.
The kind where the owner is actually on hand to greet you.
