In a nondescript warehouse tucked in off Edinger Avenue near Gothard Street, there exists a mind-boggling, jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring collection. An emporium crammed with so many fascinating artifacts and dusty, musty, one-of-a-kind pieces of history that it's hard for the mind to process.
No, you haven't just stepped into "The Twilight Zone." It's Vintage Productions, and it's the sort of time-warp place that makes you feel as if you've climbed into one of the great attics on the planet.
I met Danielle Chatt when I spoke at Hope View Elementary School in January, on Author's Day. She's a school mom who helped show me around, and that day she said to me, "You really need to meet my husband. He's a history buff like you."
Little did I know she was talking about Bob Chatt, renowned war-era memorabilia collector and dealer.
Several days later, my son and I were at Vintage Productions, being given a tour by the burly legend himself.