It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times...
Alas, there is nothing on this blog that will remind you of Dickens other than my cribbing and truncating his famous first line. Every quarter or so, our tract sponsors a community garage sale that is well-advertised and brings many people to the area. I have never in my life held a garage sale, and by gum, I was determined to host one. I had tons of baby and toddler items that needed new homes and I couldn't think of an easier way than to just unload them all at once! Genius ideas, these garage sales. Except, I had heard some grumblings from my neighbors about some of the people who come and try to nickel and dime you to death, as well as maybe not be the most wholesome people around. In my naivete, I assured myself that MY garage sale would be different. I happen to have a 6'1'' hunk of former linebacker in my corner, so I thought people would at least think twice before pulling any shenanigans. Boy, was I wrong. In the first ten minutes, someone stole on