A new year is here and so is the rain. With the end of the holidays and the recent not so chilly temperatures it looks like people are having sales again. My schedule today is open. The only errand I have to is buying cat food for Tony and purchasing some new goldfish to replace the ones lost in a raccoon attack on our water garden two nights ago. The animal invasion occurred the night after Cindy removed the light up Nativity scene from our yard. Perhaps the shepherd, holy family and wise men had acted as glowing guardians keeping masked fish snatching bandits at bay.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Alto Ave.- Inman Park “Gold Mine”
The gold mine was flooded. This seller should be given a perseverance award. In the yard of this Victorian bungalow are about a half dozen tables with plastic sheeting protecting the stuff being sold from the morning downpour. On the porch a number of customers are huddled around boxes of books and a variety of clothing. On a table on the porch I find a Diane Sawyer interview with Howard on VHS as well as a promotional video for Leafguard. Next to them are several CD’s including “Sounds of Turner Classic Movies” and several discs put out by Oxford American magazine. Also on the table is a box of Hanukkah card, below the table among a stack of Lps I find “Sinatra the Concert”
Boxes of books cover almost half the porch. Some titles include the contrasting cookbooks, “Electric Bread” and “Atkins for Life”. Two other contrasting titles are “Why buildings stand up” and “Why buildings fall down”. Other books scattered about include “ Growing up Absurd”, “ Legal Thesaurus”, Alende’s “Eva Luna”, ‘The Tailor of Panama”, “ How to win a local election” and “How to make a fortune on the information superhighway”. There are also travel guides for Costa Rica and Tuscany.
On the clothes rack are some very reasonable priced leather jackets. Near the clothing is a Walkman Professional still in its original box. On the front porch swing is a box of pillows with a sign noting that they are “perfect pillows”
As the rain begins to subside I take a look at what is on the tables. Under a cover of plastic I find vacuum bags, Christmas wrap, hacksaw blades, a deadbolt, some candles and scores of miscellaneous hardware.
I buy an Ultra suede jacket for $10. On the way out I notice that they are also selling an unused pack of postcard like reminders to their recent wedding.
Highland Terrace- Virginia Highlands “Moving Sale”
The inside of this brick Tudor is stark and nearly empty. All that is left here are a few pieces of modern furniture and some paintings and prints still hanging on the walls. The furniture is mostly black or white leather. The tables are glass topped and the chairs metal. Out on a leaf covered back deck I find a massive egg shaped grill next to a sunken hot tub. In one room the only item is a glossy modern desk. Some of the prints include signed posters of the 1996 Olympic games. One signature is by Brigit Ellis, the words Bronze 88 follow her name. Above the mantel is a large painting of a eerie beach scene with nets drying under a dim blue sun. This could be the cover of a Frederick Pohl novel.
I buy nothing.
Lenox Rd. – Morningside “Antique Sale”
This sale is a disappointment. As you approach the stately home a missing cat sign is taped to the mailbox. In front of the home are three tables with a few items on each table. One contains a used mouse pad selling for $1. Another a pair of silver candelabra for $200 and the third a Raggedy Ann cookie jar selling for $3.
I buy nothing but look for the missing cat as I drive away.
Clifton Rd.- Candler Park “Porch Sale”
I came across this sale on my way home. It has the best signage of the day as the highly readable sign is placed on a garden trellis bedecked with balloons. There is not a lot on stuff up on the cement gargoyle flanked porch of this brick bungalow. Among the items are a box of Indian corn, a large gourd, two rollaway beds, an 8 mm movie projector and some women’s clothes.
I buy nothing but as I am leaving the seller asked me if I read. When I respond she thrusts a paperback copy of Dennis Lehane’s “Sacred” in my hand and pleads “I got to get rid of this stuff.”
Rogers St. – Kirkwood “Yard Sale”
As I’m about to turn onto McLenden and head home I see a pink sign for this sale on a pole in front of the Flying Biscuit. When I see the address I suspect I know what it is. When I arrive at in front of this house on Rogers I find my suspicions are correct. This is the first sale Dennis Coburn is holding to divest himself of the salvaged remains of the late Art Farm.
The studio theatre complex recently came to an end after the building was sold to developers to create even more loft apartments for suburban types who want to move into places like Reynolds Town so they can be near fun and arty studio theatre complexes like Art Farm. Sadly there are less and less places like this because they are all being torn down to make more lofts. It’s all a vicious cycle. Soon suburban intruders will have to go to the new “Bed, Bath and Beyond” on Moreland for entertainment.
Anyway some of the scraps of the complex are scattered around the house and yard as well as some artwork and children’s toys. The toys include a large play wooden train engine and biplane. On the porch are a pair of tall Peavey speakers and an array of ceiling fans hoping to one day be reinstalled. In one room are crammed rows of church pews once used in the Art Farm theatre. Now they sit empty facing a hearth with no fire. One of the art pieces is a writing desk with shoes nailed to one side, a car’s rearview mirror on the top and a portrait of Einstein that looks back at anyone writing at this desk.
I buy nothing.
The gold mine was flooded. This seller should be given a perseverance award. In the yard of this Victorian bungalow are about a half dozen tables with plastic sheeting protecting the stuff being sold from the morning downpour. On the porch a number of customers are huddled around boxes of books and a variety of clothing. On a table on the porch I find a Diane Sawyer interview with Howard on VHS as well as a promotional video for Leafguard. Next to them are several CD’s including “Sounds of Turner Classic Movies” and several discs put out by Oxford American magazine. Also on the table is a box of Hanukkah card, below the table among a stack of Lps I find “Sinatra the Concert”
Boxes of books cover almost half the porch. Some titles include the contrasting cookbooks, “Electric Bread” and “Atkins for Life”. Two other contrasting titles are “Why buildings stand up” and “Why buildings fall down”. Other books scattered about include “ Growing up Absurd”, “ Legal Thesaurus”, Alende’s “Eva Luna”, ‘The Tailor of Panama”, “ How to win a local election” and “How to make a fortune on the information superhighway”. There are also travel guides for Costa Rica and Tuscany.
On the clothes rack are some very reasonable priced leather jackets. Near the clothing is a Walkman Professional still in its original box. On the front porch swing is a box of pillows with a sign noting that they are “perfect pillows”
As the rain begins to subside I take a look at what is on the tables. Under a cover of plastic I find vacuum bags, Christmas wrap, hacksaw blades, a deadbolt, some candles and scores of miscellaneous hardware.
I buy an Ultra suede jacket for $10. On the way out I notice that they are also selling an unused pack of postcard like reminders to their recent wedding.
Highland Terrace- Virginia Highlands “Moving Sale”
The inside of this brick Tudor is stark and nearly empty. All that is left here are a few pieces of modern furniture and some paintings and prints still hanging on the walls. The furniture is mostly black or white leather. The tables are glass topped and the chairs metal. Out on a leaf covered back deck I find a massive egg shaped grill next to a sunken hot tub. In one room the only item is a glossy modern desk. Some of the prints include signed posters of the 1996 Olympic games. One signature is by Brigit Ellis, the words Bronze 88 follow her name. Above the mantel is a large painting of a eerie beach scene with nets drying under a dim blue sun. This could be the cover of a Frederick Pohl novel.
I buy nothing.
Lenox Rd. – Morningside “Antique Sale”
This sale is a disappointment. As you approach the stately home a missing cat sign is taped to the mailbox. In front of the home are three tables with a few items on each table. One contains a used mouse pad selling for $1. Another a pair of silver candelabra for $200 and the third a Raggedy Ann cookie jar selling for $3.
I buy nothing but look for the missing cat as I drive away.
Clifton Rd.- Candler Park “Porch Sale”
I came across this sale on my way home. It has the best signage of the day as the highly readable sign is placed on a garden trellis bedecked with balloons. There is not a lot on stuff up on the cement gargoyle flanked porch of this brick bungalow. Among the items are a box of Indian corn, a large gourd, two rollaway beds, an 8 mm movie projector and some women’s clothes.
I buy nothing but as I am leaving the seller asked me if I read. When I respond she thrusts a paperback copy of Dennis Lehane’s “Sacred” in my hand and pleads “I got to get rid of this stuff.”
Rogers St. – Kirkwood “Yard Sale”
As I’m about to turn onto McLenden and head home I see a pink sign for this sale on a pole in front of the Flying Biscuit. When I see the address I suspect I know what it is. When I arrive at in front of this house on Rogers I find my suspicions are correct. This is the first sale Dennis Coburn is holding to divest himself of the salvaged remains of the late Art Farm.
The studio theatre complex recently came to an end after the building was sold to developers to create even more loft apartments for suburban types who want to move into places like Reynolds Town so they can be near fun and arty studio theatre complexes like Art Farm. Sadly there are less and less places like this because they are all being torn down to make more lofts. It’s all a vicious cycle. Soon suburban intruders will have to go to the new “Bed, Bath and Beyond” on Moreland for entertainment.
Anyway some of the scraps of the complex are scattered around the house and yard as well as some artwork and children’s toys. The toys include a large play wooden train engine and biplane. On the porch are a pair of tall Peavey speakers and an array of ceiling fans hoping to one day be reinstalled. In one room are crammed rows of church pews once used in the Art Farm theatre. Now they sit empty facing a hearth with no fire. One of the art pieces is a writing desk with shoes nailed to one side, a car’s rearview mirror on the top and a portrait of Einstein that looks back at anyone writing at this desk.
I buy nothing.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Saturday, January 1, 2005
Out with the old and in with the new. Be sure to change banner to indicate correct year.
No sales were in evidence on New Year’s Day. But piles of unwanted clutter were starting to appear on the street. With the temperatures reaching the 70’s Cindy and I walked to Little 5 Points and back and came across two piles of discards.
Mclendon Ave.- Candler Park
On the curb is a box containing four items. A dust buster, a combination flashlight radio, a set of desert plates still in the box with a cartoon form the New Yorker on each one and a personal relaxation system still in the box. The personal relaxation system is a foam horseshoe shaped collar that wraps around the neck. On each side is a small plastic speaker. Dangling from the unit it is a control switch. I test the PRS on Cindy, wrapping it around her neck, I turn on the massager and select the digital chirping birds sound. The digital bird chips sound more like TV static and as the collar starts pulsating Cindy starts yelling “get it off, get it off”. This is not the type of relaxation she seeks in the New Year.
We take home nothing.
McLendon Ave.- Candler Park
This more sizable but picked through pile (I saw the junk being hauled onto to street the prior night on my way to a New Year’s eve part.) This is not just a clean out the house after the holidays pile, this could be an eviction or the flotsam left after a tenant suddenly departed. Among the debris are an inflatable life size spider man figure, a very old and small monitor, some broken furniture and a large aquarium with a hole in the bottom.
I pick up nothing, but pondered how the Spider Man would look among my front yard Christmas display next year.
Mclendon Ave.- Candler Park
On the curb is a box containing four items. A dust buster, a combination flashlight radio, a set of desert plates still in the box with a cartoon form the New Yorker on each one and a personal relaxation system still in the box. The personal relaxation system is a foam horseshoe shaped collar that wraps around the neck. On each side is a small plastic speaker. Dangling from the unit it is a control switch. I test the PRS on Cindy, wrapping it around her neck, I turn on the massager and select the digital chirping birds sound. The digital bird chips sound more like TV static and as the collar starts pulsating Cindy starts yelling “get it off, get it off”. This is not the type of relaxation she seeks in the New Year.
We take home nothing.
McLendon Ave.- Candler Park
This more sizable but picked through pile (I saw the junk being hauled onto to street the prior night on my way to a New Year’s eve part.) This is not just a clean out the house after the holidays pile, this could be an eviction or the flotsam left after a tenant suddenly departed. Among the debris are an inflatable life size spider man figure, a very old and small monitor, some broken furniture and a large aquarium with a hole in the bottom.
I pick up nothing, but pondered how the Spider Man would look among my front yard Christmas display next year.
The Last Sale of 2004
In Friday’s AJC there were only six listings under the 805 Garage Sales column. Of the two listed inside 285, one was obviously not a garage sale as it advertised massive clearance of Christmas decorations. The other was an estate sale in Midtown.
Monroe Cir.- Midtown, Estate Sale
This was advertised as an estate sale but it was really a moving sale as the occupant had move to the UK. He seemed to have taken most of his belongings with him or never had much clutter to begin with. Following the signs placed over a real estate sign put up by a agent known only as Butch I was led to a large new infill house located immediately behind another infill house squeezed tightly into a narrow lot. In the spacious manor I found sparse items left of a life lived here. In the den I found a pack of Salvador Dali playing cards, a copy of Taxi Driver on VHS, the Cd soundtrack to Clueless. Some cassettes of Tina Turner and the Sex Pistols lie under the coffee table. Near by in the modern kitchen was a good selection of used edibles including a less than half filled bottle of Madeira with an asking price of $3. Other edibles included an opened container of Aunt Jemima syrup, a can of pumpkin, a can of chicken broth, an unopened bottle of Andre champagne and some packs of microwave popcorn. An open bottle of Robotusin was also for sale. Kitchen items included a commemorative plate of “Singin’ in the Rain”, some packages of toothpicks a coffee mug saying, “ pink sheep of the family” and an unopened package of werewolf teeth.
In a nearly empty dining room was a bowl of glass candy. A décor item that is sure to invoke a major liability suit someday. In a window was a strange looking nutcracker figure of old man 2000 and baby 2001. Once again I observe that Millennium mementos are not being kept for the ages. The 1000-year event was truly the greatest non-event of our lifetimes.
Upstairs in the master bedroom I find little more that a large modern bed that is still made up. In the closet are a few items of clothing including a tuxedo, a black wig and a pair of large platform pumps. Below the wig I find a pair of American flag exercise shorts In the office upstairs on a modern desk is a box containing a small used painters palette a box of less than a dozen tubes of acrylic paint and a few brushes. Also on the desk is a large Budweiser Tankard and two framed autographed photos of celebrities I cannot identify. There was also a book entitled “Drama Queen- A gay man’s guide to an uncomplicated life”
Down in the basemen/garage was a smattering of leftover goods. On one wall of the garage was a promotional cut out of the four hobbits from the Lord of the Rings films. Also in the basement as a set of golf clubs, two bowling balls and the omnipresent inline skates and uninstalled but fully assembled ceiling fan.
I buy nothing.
Monroe Cir.- Midtown, Estate Sale
This was advertised as an estate sale but it was really a moving sale as the occupant had move to the UK. He seemed to have taken most of his belongings with him or never had much clutter to begin with. Following the signs placed over a real estate sign put up by a agent known only as Butch I was led to a large new infill house located immediately behind another infill house squeezed tightly into a narrow lot. In the spacious manor I found sparse items left of a life lived here. In the den I found a pack of Salvador Dali playing cards, a copy of Taxi Driver on VHS, the Cd soundtrack to Clueless. Some cassettes of Tina Turner and the Sex Pistols lie under the coffee table. Near by in the modern kitchen was a good selection of used edibles including a less than half filled bottle of Madeira with an asking price of $3. Other edibles included an opened container of Aunt Jemima syrup, a can of pumpkin, a can of chicken broth, an unopened bottle of Andre champagne and some packs of microwave popcorn. An open bottle of Robotusin was also for sale. Kitchen items included a commemorative plate of “Singin’ in the Rain”, some packages of toothpicks a coffee mug saying, “ pink sheep of the family” and an unopened package of werewolf teeth.
In a nearly empty dining room was a bowl of glass candy. A décor item that is sure to invoke a major liability suit someday. In a window was a strange looking nutcracker figure of old man 2000 and baby 2001. Once again I observe that Millennium mementos are not being kept for the ages. The 1000-year event was truly the greatest non-event of our lifetimes.
Upstairs in the master bedroom I find little more that a large modern bed that is still made up. In the closet are a few items of clothing including a tuxedo, a black wig and a pair of large platform pumps. Below the wig I find a pair of American flag exercise shorts In the office upstairs on a modern desk is a box containing a small used painters palette a box of less than a dozen tubes of acrylic paint and a few brushes. Also on the desk is a large Budweiser Tankard and two framed autographed photos of celebrities I cannot identify. There was also a book entitled “Drama Queen- A gay man’s guide to an uncomplicated life”
Down in the basemen/garage was a smattering of leftover goods. On one wall of the garage was a promotional cut out of the four hobbits from the Lord of the Rings films. Also in the basement as a set of golf clubs, two bowling balls and the omnipresent inline skates and uninstalled but fully assembled ceiling fan.
I buy nothing.
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Merry Christmas and there are no sales this weekend (at least not in Atlanta)
The lights of Hardendorf. The short circuiting goose is no longer featured in display.
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