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Ha! DAK in the San Fernando Valley. I was fortunate enough to live nearby, so we used to make pilgrimages to DAK's warehouse to pick over the leavings; once thing had somewhat run their course in the catalog, any leftovers got a second life in the warehouse. You could browse thru giant shipping-container boxes of just about anything and everything, both from the catalog and stuff that didn't make the cut, all marked down. It was a picker's paradise, a Fry's before Fry's existed (or at least before it hit the Valley). Rarely left empty handed. I never ordered from the catalog - too impatient - but spent hours and a big chunk of my disposable income on DAK stuff. I didn't need it, it was mostly junk, but we had to have it...