The morning ride, which started at
7:30 a.m. and 75 degrees took the usual route from south to north.
The neighborhood was as normally
quiet with little traffic and noise. Even the lawnmowers were silent.
Daze from the night before
filtered the normal path. The breezes and the shade kept the heat in control.
My path was cluttered with early
morning runners. This quiet neighborhood is a haven for running groups
preparing for tournaments so I am used to the line of out of shape panting
folks crossing my way. Sometimes there is eye candy, so it makes the ride more
interesting.
Crossing Patterson a new
phenomenon. A yard sale extravaganza was taking place. The posters said
“Malvern Garden’s Community Yard Sale” and that is what is. Every block had one
or two or three or several together houses displaying their “stuff” on the
front lawn for the community to peruse. Metal mobile machines maneuvered in
position to get a look at personal belongings laid out on the lawns.
As I waited for the mobile
machines to come to rest, a man walking his dog came up to me and said, “ With
everyone going broke, the good stuff is coming out. There is a golf bag over
there. Titlelist for $40. Even bring out Aunt Sally’s china. What about that
side board left to you by your grandfather?”
I agreed and moved on. Every block
was more of the same. Plaid pants, dishes, lamps, pictures frames, and
blankets. There were closet cleaning items that no one wanted, but I wondered
why they did not give them to the Red Cross or Salvation Army and take the self
imposed value off taxes.
It was interesting to see an
entire community involved in a giant yard sale.
Finishing my morning journey I
returned home to the critters enjoying their peanut butter, sunflower seed, and
apples as my shirt dripped from the heat and it is only 10 a.m.
It is time for a silver bullet. It
is 5 o’clock somewhere.
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