Mokena Mansion

I don't know much about the little town of Mokena except that it's quite a few miles southwest of Chicago. And it has a mansion in it. A big stone one that's so old it looks like the rest of the town grew up around it.

And when you own a stone mansion...

... I think you're contractually obligated to own at least one pair of lamps like these.

This picture brings a number of questions to mind. Why so many wavy glass candy dishes? Why didn't they sell faster once they were marked down to just $1 each? And since that discount is obviously not working, why not make them part of the half-off pricing?

This afghan was found in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and gives new meaning to the phrase "wrapping yourself up in the American flag."

Let's all go to the basement.

This area is off limits, but it looked to me like a giant pink spider had just started building a web.

With this selection of merchandise, you could start your own combination ice cream parlor and gym.

I've tried and tried to come up with a joke for this antique fruit crate label. But everything I thought of ended up being just as offensive as this is, so I give up.

It was only $10, and at that price, oddly tempting.