Garage Sales
“How much do you want for the plant stand?” A lady was holding up the white wrought iron plant stand that had cradled my favorite old fern in the living room years ago. “Two dollars.” “Will you take one dollar?” “Sure.” “If I buy all of the games, will you take less?” A man with a beard and a baseball cap was pointing to the large box full of games that my boys had outgrown. “Okay.” Why not, it saved me the effort of unpacking the box. “Mom, does the coffee pot still work?” A young woman with a toddler wanted to know. That was 7:30 A. M.; the garage sale wasn’t supposed to start until 10:00 A. M. Even so, Mom and Dad’s yard was full of people, and more cars were pulling up to the curb. We were just starting to set things out; it already looked like…