“What’s that?” From the window inside the bus, I pointed to a line of people curling around the street corner of a downtown building. The individual beside me looked up from her reading.   “A pop up shop.” As her eyes drifted back to her page, I made a mental note to googl

I learned to love the glow of silver from an older friend who was a collector.  She hated polishing all the candlesticks and tea pots and fish knifes, however, so she’d roll them up in plastic wrap to keep the air from tarnishing the surfaces.  Usually it worked.  But when a cele