The street is quaint, evocative of an era long gone. If it weren’t for the late-model cars parked on either side, the narrow road would look frozen in time, maybe the 1950s. A rusting Zenith sign hangs outside a storefront housing TVs and radios in need of repair.
A few doors down at Timothy Smith & Sons, the owner has spent most of his life mining attics, basements, forgotten rooms and countless estates, establishing a national reputation as an appraiser and conservator of artifacts and antiquities. Inside, chaises, cabinets, jewelry, Tiffany teacups, mink jackets, watercolor paintings and other antiques fill the large space under the peeling ocean-blue parquet ceiling.