the-cat-widow

   A long drive, out and about, going to various houses and looking at items worn of use of previous years.   'It's that time of the year again,' I thought to myself, driving down a rural road. 'Yard sales.'     The location? I don't know where it would take me. It's worth the drive though, to see if the seller has anything worth of interest. It's thrilling and terrifying. You don't know what's going to be there, you don't know what you'll bring home.   The signs, cheaply made out of cardboard and presuambly written with a thick Sharpie marker, lead me the way to to seller's yard. A cul-de-sac made entirely of twin houses lined up and d