the culture within

I am part of an undercover culture. During the week you would never about us at all. Or evening for that matter. But come Friday and Saturday mornings, we come out of the woodwork....Very early in the mornings. If you are one like me, you are dressed in fatigues and carry rations on your person. This includes the classified section of the newspaper, a magic marker which you have already used to circle and prioritize your morning, your coffee to keep you alert, your bottle of water for once the sun starts to shine, a high protein snack to keep you going until lunch time, and your bag of dollars, quarters and dimes.

Number one on the list---two of the sweetest words to my kind! Oh you'll never guess...unless you are on of us. Give up? NEIGHBORHOOD SALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My heart beats a little faster just at the thought of it.

We are young and old, rich and poor. We take part out of necessity and sport.
We just can't help ourselves! We are gargage salers!!!!




(just in case you are curious. Vintage, cruisers, $5 for both, Art easel & fertilizer, also $5 for both. Luca's, too!)