My wife and I were at a garage sale last weekend. Hey, we’re both over 50, it’s a thing folks our age do. We’re bargain hunters, looking for toys for our grandson, or cheap books we haven’t read yet. Maybe an old end table for $5 that we can rehab.
Along one wall of the garage was a table full of sports equipment and other random objects. And there, next…
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