I hit the road this morning, and had cranked out about 20 miles when I saw a sign for an estate sale. I locked up my bike, and waited in line with the attendees. After finally making it in the house–I hate waiting bytheway–you could not help but notice the unbelieveable art collection; Erte, Maxx, etc.
I headed to the kitchen and dining room. No corkscrews! I headed to the area where their silver was laid out; NO CORKSCREWS! I made it into the garage and found a Walker frame corkscrew, a nifty, and a tap-boy. Given that I got all three for 50 cents, I was pretty pleased all in all. Then, I made more more swing through. Nope, no corkscrews had appeared whilst I was in the other rooms.
So, I paid my 50 cents, hopped back on my bike and headed off again. I did find another cool thing during todays ride. A press credential from the 1968 democratic convention…anyone need one?