Today is actually Old Stuff Day. I’m not sure how to celebrate … maybe visit an antique shop or a grandma or something? Actually, when I was walking down Main Street to the new Patrick O’Shea’s yesterday morning, I passed some old, decrepit buildings that smelled like an attic. What is that smell that oozes out of old structures? It’s like the smell of the olden days — maybe that’s what Prohibition smelled like.