To Yard Sale or Not to Yard Sale
Something calls me like a siren on the rocky coast and I’ll tell you what it is.
It’s the noise reduction supplied by the wireless Rock Band 2 drum set and I’ve got my eyes on it. Just one problem, I already have Rock Band drums from the first installment of its glory. So, in order to make room for the new set I am having what the frightened masses would call…
a Yard Sale.
And goddamn, I’m terrified.
I’ve always been a fan of perusing such affairs, but the thought of collecting a decade’s worth of trinkets and whizbangs to display on my front lawn for the discerning passersby is both overwhelming and succulent. I have a shit ton of crap to part with and an absolute ignorance of where to start.
Do I pile all the goods on the porch and let them simmer and consider their fate?
Do I run around the house with colored tape and mark everything that SIMPLY MUST GO?
Man, I’ve got books, toys, video games, excercise equipment, this, and that, all just waiting to hit the skids at Salvation Army. Why not give them an opportunity to be adopted for cash, I ask you?
So, my point, I am overwhelmed…but I have sworn allegiance to this fate and it WILL be carried out without hesitation. Now…how much do you think I will get for this copy of Moby Dick?
Put an ad out…and THEY WILL COME. It’s almost like a bunch of groupies… garage sale groupies