Wednesday, September 22, 2010

One Man's Junk Is Another Man's Treasure

By Bob Proctor

My older brother, now living in Sacramento, used to be what some might consider a garage sale addict. Every Saturday morning would find him plying the neighborhoods for hidden treasures in the form of others' cast-offs. He always got 'a good deal' and almost everything he acquired found its way to the garage. The garage was FULL.

One Saturday when he came home with, among other things, a couple of leaflet holders I questioned the wisdom of that particular purchase. His answer was (you guessed it), "They were an unbelievable bargain!" Really? Yeah... they were FREE.

I asked what his intentions were for these plastic advertising displays and he wasn't sure. Maybe they could be useful in advertising his own sale, which was being planned for 'sometime' in the future. That sounded like an idea. It was about time to clear out some of the stuff that had been accumulating where a person should have been able to park a car. After all, it WAS a triple-garage space.

A few months later he found a very nice woman, fell in love and moved into her place. I agreed to take over the place where he'd been living and, since he didn't need any of the furniture or appliances at his new digs he left it all behind. That included a garage full of items of every imaginable form and fashion. He told me, though, that he would empty the garage as soon as possible.

True to his word the garage was emptied and again useable within a few months. I was even able to get my car parked in there! That may have been the first time that particular car-parking area was used for its intended purpose... vehicle protection.

I found a nice collection of clothing in the master bedroom closet, all in my size and neatly displayed on expensive wooden hangers (not the plastic cheapies I was used to using). He said I could wear anything I wanted and to treat the house as though it was mine. This is a very thoughtful brother.

Now my brother and I live half a world apart. When I retired I made the move from Sacramento to Cebu. He's still there, and when I made my move he had to come and clear out the house. He ended up renting two additional storage units, for a total of four. It makes me wonder... when is enough too much? - 40728

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