Garage Sale Madness

Well, the garage sale was quite the success. KoKo had been planning it for the better part of six years now. Yet, she was mysteriously absent for most of it. How she got out of most of the work is beyond me. But she managed to!

I ran some things over to the sale Friday morning. Sara and Lon began putting up signs around 9 am. Lon said he had people stopping and slowing down to see what he was putting up. Then by the time he made it back to the garage, the first cars were already pulling in.

Insane. I have never even gone to a garage sale on my own. Mom went to a few, but it is a phenomenon to me.

TRF is crazy for its garage sales. When I used to coach out at NCTC and we played at Old Prowler Field, the coaches and I would see half a dozen sales early in the morning on our way over to the field. Coach Zub and I always poked fun at the people - sometimes even yelling out the window at them - as they tried to hock their junk.

Yet, our junk surely was hocked.

In fact, as I unloaded the last few items on Friday morning, I saw a nice white car pull up and out popped Justin, one of my former students and a former student teacher at our school.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked.

I mean what young kid - well, he's probably 26 or so now - just shows up alone at a garage sale early on a Friday morning?

"I had to get my brakes worked on. Then I saw the sign and thought I'd stop in," he said, and he did just that as he disappeared into the garage.

"What the f---?" was my only response. I couldn't comprehend it.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," Lon reassured me.

And he was right. There was even one gal who phoned in her order - she was working at Hillcrest (the nursing home right across the alley from the sale) and she spotted a few items out the window and called ahead to reserve them.

I couldn't have made that up if I tried.

When things slowed down on Saturday, and most of the good stuff had been picked through, Lon and his father put up the always popular "Half off" sign.

Then there was a resurgence. Emma, Sara's mother, was even able to sell one kid - who was performing at the Nail in TRF later that night - women's clothing to wear.

I couldn't make that up if I tried.

Overall, though, we all made quite a bit of change for just getting rid of stuff we didn't want anymore.

There are still a lot of people out there who prefer garages to amazon or ebay I guess.

Here are the pics -

Lon's mom, Carol, holding down the cash box (and cooking us a delicious supper of chicken and steak - the best steak I've ever had outside of a restaurant -



Here is Lon holding down the only item of ours that was marked as "priceless"



Some of the 'treasures'





Sara was even able to sell this sombrero (modeled here by Rhylee)