I drove by multiple yard sales today. Multiple. At least ten. I’ve not seen so many people sell so much stuff since I went to the Portchester Flea in the 1980’s (and that was a legitimate weekend bizarre, you know?)
I am presuming it’s due to the economic climate.
Hells bells. I have a pile of stuff that needs some serious fundraising myself, you know?
Made me think about those lucky people who buy an item for a dollar and five years later they appear on The Antiques Road Show and come to find out the item is worth $4000 or something.
I had a friend of mine in college with the original clapper board from the film, THE GODFATHER. His mom went to a yard sale after the film was made and bought it for like ten cents. It has the original tape and markings on it and is living in a glass encasement on his wall next to another glass encasement of a famous performance artist’s bloody shirt. The story of the clapperboard made me laugh because it was a crew member’s mom who sold it. She didn’t think anything of it. “Here ya’ go!”
I don’t know why I am thinking about this stuff now. I feel pensive and yet, wired.
I feel as if I am looking around a dusty room and instead of dusting the dirt away, I chuckle and look out of the window or read a good book.
You know what I mean?