ne hangar two football fields in area. Books, records and CDs are what I go for but, man, that place is everything else you'd find at a yard sale to the third power. Here's the flyer. I know from my user page there, that we have ample MeFi members hereabouts, so it follows to reason that there is an equivalent representation at Mecha, too. As for the rest of you, well, maybe we could move a couch to the basement or something.

This has been a public service announcement.

Thank ya... Thank ya, vera much...

'Elvis has left the building.'

That's One hangar, I sez...

Damn. Too bad I'm broke and on the other side of the continent.

I'm in Seattle and have money. Too bad the thought of a rummage sale does nothing for me.

Is it the act of rummaging that appeals?

Lakeside is the upper-upper-upper-uber-upper crust. There will be plunder a plenty, mateys.

Plutocrat castoffs at a dime on the dollar.

I'd be there in a shot if I had two cents to rub together.

Is it the act of rummaging that appeals?

Oh, then there is the whole Antiques Roadhouse Lotto allure of it. A couple I know, who knew their name potters from the early XXth century, bought a bowl with a band of rippling musical staff and notes and saxophone players in Art deco silhouette for a whole $3. It was cracked.

They spent $200 get the crack ethically restored to shows up in ultraviolet--and here I thought Philip K. Dick was making up the pothealer part of Galactic Pothealer--and, even with said ethically restored crack, it sold at Sotheby's for $20,000.

They lived down by the tracks in Magnolia before then, now their house is on top of the hill, with a western view. Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn now and then.

I used to love rummage sales, and that one in particular, but I'm in a big decluttering phase right now, and I know that if I went to the sale it would be like a recovering alcoholic going to the booze factory.

Plutocrat castoffs at a dime on the dollar.

More like middle class to upper middle class castoffs for the most part. My brother and his wife, an Asian studies department librarian and a high school level Japanese language teacher respectively, sent my niece there when they lived here. They just wanted to give my niece a leg up for college--and so they did, at some considerable expense to themselves-she's a Yale grad now going to medical school there.

They were living large compared to me in that they were buying a house, paying a car note, going to movies now and then and sending their daughter to private school. But they weren't and aren't exactly plutocrats in doing so.

That looks wonderful, y2karl. I can't go this time, but maybe the Autumn sale.

*squirrels away the link*

Well, for the record, I'll be there early early to stand in line in the rain. I expect I will get home with my hard won booty by cab thereafter, but, for the record, I would be so happy to give cuts in line for a ride back to Capitol Hill.