I love yard sales and garage sales and rummage sales and neighborhood mega-sales and even cheesy auctions of old household goods, but this may be too much bargain hunting even for me:
PENDLETON, Ind. -- A 50-mile-long yard sale is expected to draw crowds of bargain-hunters to a stretch of Indiana 38 this weekend.
The sale, in its third year, runs between the central Indiana cities of Noblesville and New Castle.
It would take the whole weekend, and I'd be so worried I might miss something that I probably wouldn't enjoy it. I can't even imagine going to the 450-mile one in Kentucky this one is modeled on.
A painful childhood memory is starting to intrude now. When I was in high school, I liked to go these auctions that were held in an old building on Taylor Street. I was mostly looking for books to bid on (I could usually pick up a boxful for a couple of bucks), but if they didn't have any, I always bid on something else. "I know, I'll get something for my mother." Trouble was, I always forgot what I had gotten her before, and she ended up with four ironing boards stuffed in a closet. Like I tell people when I cook for them: If you don't say you don't like it, you'll keep getting it.
