It’s Yard Sale Saturday in Dallastown. At least every other block, there’s a yard sale.
I stopped at most every one I passed, took a glance, said a few words of hello to the hosts, and moved on. You get glimpses into people’s lives — the Hello Kitty collection here, the Hilary Duff CD collection there; the cigar box collection here, the Glenn Beck library there.
At one, a boy was selling hot dogs. A dollar apiece. I told him I’d take two. I chatted with his family for several minutes. They were new-ish to Dallastown. They had a brown lab that I gave jitters.
Near the cemetery at the edge of town was a garage sale with books. I will always pick through books. Maybe I’ll find something unusual or rare.
I found the novelization for the Jack the Ripper miniseries starring Michael Caine. I didn’t even know this existed — and it has four endings! The condition isn’t what I like, but it was 3 for a dollar, so I picked up two other paperbacks that I’ll dispose of.