“You haven’t been antiquing, not really,” my mother told me recently, “until you’ve been to Anthony Scornavacco’s in St. Paul.” I had no earthly idea what she meant.
All that changed on Saturday.
“You haven’t been antiquing, not really,” my mother told me recently, “until you’ve been to Anthony Scornavacco’s in St. Paul.” I had no earthly idea what she meant.
All that changed on Saturday.
