I was out in the miserable rain scouting some of my favorite indie boutiques for an upcoming fashion shoot when I wandered into the Golden Rule on East Burnside. And then I nearly tripped over a giant pile of clothes stacked high on a blanket tossed on the ground. Turns out the whole mound is the vintage fashion version of bobbing for apples with everything on the blanket given the basement bargain price tag of $5. I tore through the lot past a freaky faux fur, one stray b...