The finale of August was the attempted liquidation of the contents of two containers. The owners, a husband and wife died within a short time of each other, and the rent went unpaid, and at a certain point the containers and their contents became abandoned property.
There was a rather odd mix of things, but much of it was garbage that someone obviously believed would be worth something, someday.
It was sad to pick through, seeing so much money wasted on items designed to be collectible, including this tin and puzzle….
… full of 12 year old popcorn that looks frighteningly like fresh popcorn.
Additionally, there’s probably 750-1000 LP albums in various condition.
Wrapping up August was another trip to …
Pete wanted me to take his picture next to that tree. So here it is.
Pete knows this girl from his trips to the park without me. I don’t remember her name.
This poor kid was swallowed whole by a bubble. Nobody tried to save him, they all just watched him get devoured.
The re-becoming something is well underway
But not without a little street time first. (it’s a video)
The first morning in my new place, I awoke thinking a plane hit the house. Less traumatically, that’s how I woke up for weeks from the house house shaking from vehicle collisions with the potholes outside my window.
Those didn’t look like much even up close, but when the trucks rolled through them… oh boy.
Main Street, on an August early Friday evening
Some things are almost exactly as they were five years ago
Guess someone makes money from it