“It’s where legends dwell” were her parting words to me as I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder and stepped out on to the front porch.

This was just the kind of strangely disquieting statement I’d come to expect from my aging and deteriorating mother. What could she possibly mean? I told her I was taking a bag of my old clothes to Goodwill and that was her comment.

Driving down King Blvd., I turned the phrase over in my mind. What kinds of legends would dwell at Goodwill, of all places? I could hardly think of a setting less suited to heroic battles, mythical characters engaged in epic struggles between good and evil.

As I turned into the Goodwill parking lot I laughed out loud. My mother’s meaning was all of a sudden very clear. On a banner above the door: “Donate Today - Meet the Village People!” Her all time favorite band.