Unlike so many thrift stores, this particular Salvation Army is warm and inviting. The carpeting absorbs some of the harshness of the fluorescent lighting, and a hodgepodge of sound floods the store from the overactive electronics section, where antiquated televisions and stereos hold court. The clothing racks are overstuffed, and perhaps because it's a donation center, nothing looks picked over, most notably the unusually large collection of hats. There is also a healthy bric-a-brac assortment with jelly glasses to die for.

Centerstage Reviewer: J. Tyson