Yard Sales

I love yard sales. This past weekend was the annual "100 Mile Yard Sale," a semi-organized local event that attempts to encourage and co-ordinate yard sales in a number of neighboring communities. While I didn't find anything especially valuable or noteworthy (like you might see on Antiques Roadshow), I did pick up some movies, some vintage Atari schwag, and some cheap books (you can always find dirt cheap books at yard sales). But it's not just about what you come home with, it's also about the thrill of the hunt. Driving down the road, eyes peeled for neon bristle board with hastily scrawled lettering, rooting through cardboard boxes, half-listening to the bullshit stories that the sellers tell you about their goods/themselves, silently judging the crazy people/stuff (maybe that's just me). Occasionally I worry that I'll end up on a show like Hoarders some day, but if spending 75¢ on a Graham Greene novel is wrong, then I don't want to be right.

Rating: Would you take 90% for that?

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