Hank's Funky Store: Open Dayley.

You gotta check this funkheiser place out.  Hwy 60, east of Wickenburg, north side of the road.  Old bottles and other treasures in the windon beckon the avid collector through the door.

Once inside: cases of old license plates, back issues of Arizona Highways, old tins of Prince Albert pipe 'baccy, rocks, radios, knives, phew, on it goes.

There's a distinctive odor, too. You may have expereinced it in other old funk shops: must, mildew, damp wood, old cat, whiff of urine.  Not all that inviting.

But it's the exterior that rocks.  Gorgeous picture even the simplest point and shoot can capture flawlessly. As for the spelling on the sign -- dayley -- Hank does have a way with words.