We love to thrift. But sometimes we get frustrated with our options: limited, possibly overpriced vintage establishments or true junk stores that feature eclectic goods in dusty jumbles with undertones of toxic mold. Both can be as packed as a Hoarders house, though without the tragedy and gross things. Not so at roomy, organized Modern Salvage, which sells some prized stuff: vintage furniture, Snoopy things, terrific clothes, box handbags, a modern player piano (what?), the odd Hobart dishwasher, landline phones, record albums, and a healthy amount of Texana, including a stuffed pony with a tricolor Texas "brand" on its hindquarters. The airiness might have something to with the fact that the warehouse isn't air-conditioned, but some of us prefer to have to sweat for our treasures.
