We closed down the pawn shop in Madison because someone wrapped duct tape around my grandmother's head, drug her to the back and hog-tied her while he robbed us. I can imagine the clumps of hair laying on the counter from where he grabbed her head and slammed it down while he hopped over the counter. I can hear the sound of the tape being quickly unrolled.
She was by herself, her help had gone to lunch. She laid there for half an hour before she was found.
This is the see-through mirror that was in the wall to keep watch over the shop, to deter criminal activity. It has been in the old pawn shop for ten years until I brought it to my studio yesterday.
