Garage Sale

One customer at Margaret and Erick's garage sale had fun trying on the roller blades and a witch's hat.  This picture doesn't quite capture the full extent of how he looked.  Sales around here start at 7 am.  I didn't even know there was such a time.  The only time I get up that early is on the first day of the state fair when I chase the hot air balloons with the grandchildren.  

John and I managed to help lug stuff out into the driveway and garage.  The sale ended at noon.  (Hey, it's the south, time for a siesta.)  We were ready.  Erick put a little sign on his bobble head of Isiaha Thomas saying it was Barack Obama.  It then sold immediately.  But the playboy magazines didn't even get a second glance.  The last batch he sold in Indiana had people fighting over them.  Hmmm.  What does that say about the differences between the two places.