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There's something very Norman Rockwellian about yard sales. I've always enjoyed going to them and browsing through the accumulated flotsam and jetsam of a strangers life. Of course, I always feel a little guilty where there's absolutely nothing the person has that I actually want. It's like I feel I've wasted their time and hopes looking over everything and judged them wanting in some regard. "Nope, sorry, there's nothing here I want. Why don't you have nicer things? What? Oh, you got nicer things, and that's why you're getting rid of all this lot. Well, call me the next time you have a yard sale, then."

( But I digress... )