My mom and I had a garage sale at her house yesterday. The whole thing was literally in the garage. She had placed an at in the local paper and sure enough we had about ten or twelve people waiting outside when we raised the doors! I wasn't expecting the onslaught. When I have sales in my own driveway I have to sit there all day to sell anything. My mom had a lot of vintage furniture, which seems to draw a lot of people. I did sell the bear footstool, and a load of nice dishes that I had no use for at home. I was gifted three sets of dishes last year all at once, and I already use two sets and have no room for more! It's nice to see people excited about your stuff.
My star customer was a guy, about 60 or so, who wanted to buy vinyl albums. We had some, Jim Nabors and the Pointer Sisters et. al., but not what he was after. He told me the records we had were "too liberal" for him, and that he wanted music from the 1950s. I showed him a shoebox full of cassettes just in case. He passed up Hank Williams Sr. and Patsy Cline but purchased Rage Against the Machine's Battle of Los Angeles. ?!?!?! Then he got a backpack shaped like a bat, hoping that one of his grandkids would like it. That's a bat, like the small flying mammal, not a baseball bat.
I'm reading a book called Lies My Mother Never Told Me, by Kaylie Jones. She's the daughter of James Jones, the author of books like The Thin Red Line and From Here to Eternity. Kaylie has written several novels, including A Soldier's Daugher Never Cries, which is based on her childhood. The book I'm reading is an actual memoir about both of her parents, their lives together and their alcoholism, which Kaylie inherited. It's very good, but I think I would like to read some of James Jones' work for once. I read some a book with some of his letters to friends, not his novels yet.
What was my mother doing with a Pointer Sisters album?