We turned Lanny’s mother belongings over to an estate sale expert. He had a price on EVERYTHING, even the bars of soap in the bathroom. If it was lying out, it had a price on it---wrapping paper (one had an old bra stuffed in the cardboard tubing), socks, toothbrushes, a hearing aid container, coffee filters, a 1959 telephone book, and Lanny Joe’s bronze cowboy boot bookends (We grabbed them before the sale started!). The sale was a success.
After our recent remodeling, Lanny and I cleared out a lot of our things and took them to his mother’s house to add to the remnants of the original estate sale inventory. We saw many estate sale addicts the weekend of our sale. One was an in-labor expectant mother on her way to the hospital. She asked if we had any baby clothes. I showed her Lanny’s little cowboy shirt and his crocheted baby bonnet. She’d have bought them, too, if they hadn’t been so brittle that they fell apart in her hands.
On Friday, a school day, a young mother came to our sale with her 9-year-old son. She was on her way home from the pharmacy, where she picked up a prescription for his strep throat. I call that Garage Sale Fever.
We were most appreciative of the couple who came to the sale late in the afternoon on the last day. They bought the sofa (stained from the cheese dip that Lanny spilled when he jumped up during the tenth inning of the sixth game of 1986 World Series after Mookie Wilson’s grounder went through Bill Buckner’s legs), a microwave table on rollers, and a small hutch. With a twinkle in his eye, Lanny offered to deliver the goods to their house on his flat-bed trailer. I wonder what the couple thought when Lanny unloaded the three items they bought, plus a TV, two throw pillows, a box of chipped drinking glasses, a lamp with a whopper-jawed shade, and a cemetery-ready Christmas wreath.
While most of the estate/garage sale was indoors where it was cool, Lanny had several large items in the front yard. He marked his John Deere Gator at $4,000. Several people seemed interested in it. When they were gone, he changed the price to $5,000. “Why are you marking it up?” I asked.
“Because I don’t really want to sell it,” replied Lanny. In the middle of the day on Saturday, a man was inside the house with his wife. He walked into the front yard and asked Lanny, “How much for the Gator?”
“It’s marked $5,000 but I’ll take $7,000.”