This morning, I woke up bright and early to head to my first ever estate sale. This was the second weekend for this house, but it was all new stuff. This lady was a hoarder, big time. I didn’t know what to expect, but I thought I’d come home with some really neat stuff.
Anyways, a bit before nine, I met Mickey and Patricia at the house. At nine, they opened the gates. I wandered around aimlessly for the first half of the house, just looking at everything. It was a mess. There was stuff everywhere. I don’t think I saw everything.
I was on my second round through the home when Mickey pointed out the hidden stash of record holders. Since I still hadn’t found anything, I decided right then and there that I’d get one. I picked one up and realized they were all full. I opened one and skimmed through a bit of the stack. I didn’t see anything good, so I looked through another. As soon as I saw a Lynyrd Skynyrd 45, I know it was meant to be. I could only hope there was more in the stack that I knew.