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It is the saturday of Caitlyn Jenner week. A media freak is praised for her courage when she gets on the cover of a major magazine. Some black people denounce her for being white. Matt Walsh, who has his own attention whore issues, calls the newly minted lady “an insult to women.” The media circus does a good job of distracting the unwashed public from the other issues of the day.
Maybe it is time to go look at the yard sales. There are two neighborhood spots that PG likes to check for garbage garage sale advertising. The first one did not have any notices. PG rode his bike around the block, and found a sign at the other location. The sale promoted at the second location was two hundred yards down the street from the first location. “My husband was in charge of the signs.”
The sale was the usual assortment of furniture, clothes, books, and knick knacks. The clothes were too small. The desk chair, with a torn up arm rest, was twenty dollars.
The books proved interesting. Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea is by Chelsea Handler, another person who enjoys being the center of attention. Her books are not prestigious literature.
In Fact: The Best of Creative Nonfiction is a collection of twenty five essays. The yard sale lady read it in college, and said it was good. That, and Chelsea Handler, were sold for one dollar.
PG then noticed Growing Up Dead: The Hallucinated Confessions of a Teenage Deadhead. It is the “journey from straight-laced suburban kid to touring Deadhead.” The yard sale lady said it was her husband’s … or did she say fiancee … and he usually reads good books. This may explain the sign placement issues. The price of the books became three for a dollar.
There was a glittering coffee mug. The handle was far enough away from the base for the mug to fit in a cup holder. The yard sale lady threw that in, and told PG to enjoy the rest of his day. Sometimes it is best to take the hint. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.