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How many Army and Navy stores have closed over the past 20 years? Here's old Levine's, finally shuttered. My lousy photography makes it difficult to read the "Est. 1923" under the name. Note the signs on the little shop next door.
Ahh, a blast from the past. As a youth I used to live in the Army/Navy store...buying stuff for camping, fantasizing about being an Army man. 'Tis a shame they are going away.
For Meta at #4: those look like recycling bins to me, although I can't be sure.
Army-Navy stores sprang up originally because of the huge stockpile of manufactured goods that the armed forces needed to sell when they contracted by some 80% -- uniforms, canteens, boots and so many items after WWII. To paraphrase a logistician of the time (R. Adm Daniel V Gallery), "we didn't shoot the last enemy with the last bullet." That's why so much of the stuff was so cheap. The stores have had other suppliers for decades and I'm surprised the name Army-Navy continues in use. Billings MT has two of them.
You know, if you scroll so that you only see the top part of the Army-Navy store, this photo almost looks like a Hopper painting. Or maybe it's just the keratitis I'm suffering today...
We visited an Army/Navy store in Louisville a few years ago. The things in the front of the story were not-so-exciting and sometimes kitschy.
The back of the store was a treasure chest. It was so dusty that it set off my asthma. But it was filled with box upon crumbling box of filthy, worn out military belts, casings, etc. I felt like the place was inhabited with the ghosts of the original equipment owners. When I left, the owner encouraged me to come back and actually make a purchase.
The next day my son went in and asked to buy one of the dirty empty metal boxes (about the size of a cigar-box) from the back. He was told that nothing in the back was for sale.