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Rooster eyeglasses to help keep them from seeing each other so they won't get in fights! I bet you give up on the other one, too, don't you? Inside the tiny wooden box are three parched kernels of corn - a veritable 3 piece chicken dinner! Tee hee! Jerry's got a million of 'em.
Almost every room of the place is full to the brim with bottles, Indian artifacts, bottles, geegaws and whatnots, lamps, bottles and pictures (did I mention bottles?) - it's really pretty staggering how many items have been crammed into those tiny rooms. Most of the items are for sale and I, of course, left with a bag full of amazing treasures including a tiny glass vial that I feel certain is an opium bottle, purpled by the sun and time.
The tower itself is a series of colorfully painted impossibly steep staircases, connected at each level by a landing area lined with dusty windows and packed full of items for sale. I of course found a monstrously heavy piece of moderne machinery on just about the top floor and had to lug it all the way down to the bottom to put it on my pile of goodies.
As you approach the top level, the sound of the prairie wind blowing ninety to nothing just over your head reaches your ears. When you pop out the hatch onto the uncovered deck at the very top, it really is a heady view. Hell, I could even see six states attached to the side of my car in the parking lot!