My older brother, now living in Sacramento, used to be what some might consider a garage sale addict. Every Saturday morning would find him plying the neighborhoods for hidden treasures in the form of others’ cast-offs. He always got ‘a good deal’ and almost everything he acquired found its way to the garage. The garage was FULL.
When he came home one day with an armful of leaflet holders I questioned his buying tactics. He is well known for getting good deals (able bargainer) and, in fact, he had picked up these plastic displays for zero… zip… nada. I figured he had something in mind.
I asked what his intentions were for these plastic advertising displays and he wasn’t sure. Maybe they could be useful in advertising his own sale, which was being planned for ’sometime’ in the future. That sounded like an idea. It was about time to clear out some of the stuff that had been accumulating where a person should have been able to park a car. After all, it WAS a triple-garage space.
He met a nice woman and eventually moved in with her, necessitating the vacating of his previous premises for the new tenant… me! Since it was to be my home away from home he left nearly all the furniture and appliances, since his girlfriend already had all this stuff. It made my transition a whole lot easier too. I also inherited the garage full of ’stuff’, which he promised would be removed post-haste.
True as usual to his word he showed up with a big truck and started packing it full of the garage’s contents to relocate to a rented storage locker. He needed two, full-sized ones. I was finally able to drive my car into one of the bays and had room for my motorcycle too. It was great.
I found a nice collection of clothing in the master bedroom closet, all in my size and neatly displayed on expensive wooden hangers (not the plastic cheapies I was used to using). He said I could wear anything I wanted and to treat the house as though it was mine. This is a very thoughtful brother.
Now my brother and I live half a world apart. When I retired I made the move from Sacramento to Cebu. He’s still there, and when I made my move he had to come and clear out the house. He ended up renting two additional storage units, for a total of four. It makes me wonder… when is enough too much?
Bob Proctor has been writing articles since 2002 and is an expert on wooden hangers , however he also likes to write about snowball microphone