At the beginning of the Labor Day weekend, an unpleasant discovery was made at the handsawgeek household – standing water in the under-cabinet of the kitchen sink. A quick investigation revealed a leaking garbage disposal unit. Bad internal seals.
Oh, Joy !
So, it was off to the BORG to slap down a hundred bucks or so on a new disposal unit, and to anticipate a morning full of plumbing hilarity.
Just as I was about to turn into the entrance drive at the BORG, my eyes caught sight of a tell-tale fluorescent green sign in the distance at the end of the street.
YARD SALE !!!
In true responsible handsawgeek fashion I exclaimed:
“To blazes with the garbage disposal…I’m going rust hunting !!”
I stepped on the accelerator and sped past the BORG entrance drive.
This particular yard sale was in the midst of one of my favorite places to attend such events – a 1960’s era neighborhood.
Upon arrival, I noted that the sale was fairly extensive, with lots of items spread out over a large driveway. I was instantly greeted by the elderly homeowner.
“Anything in particular you’re looking for?”
I gave my stock answer. “Yep…vintage hand tools and LEGO.”
“Well, I don’t have the LEGO, and I do have a few old planes and braces that belonged to my father. Don’t want to part with those. But you might be interested in this…”
He led me over to the edge of the driveway. There sprawled out over several square feet of area, was a complete collection of hardware, housed in a multitude of coffee cans and baby food jars.
THE classic old school hardware storage system!
A quick check revealed a huge assortment of nails, screws, and bolts. Most of the wood and metal screws appeared to pre-date the newer shiny zinc-coated stuff available at the BORG.
“Ten bucks takes the whole kit and kaboodle”, said the homeowner.
Needless to say, it was only a matter of micro-seconds before he was holding a note bearing the grim visage of Alexander Hamilton!
The gentleman explained that he was preparing to move out of state, and didn’t want to haul all of that hardware with him.
“It’s all the old good quality stuff. Hate to part with it. I’ll just have to buy the new crap in Arizona.”
I stepped out to move my car to the front of the driveway to facilitate easier loading of the hardware stash. When I returned, I was met by the homeowner, who was holding an old antique buck saw.
“Would you be interested in this?”
Unfortunately, I had to turn it down, as I already had one, plus I had just spent all the cash I was carrying for the hardware stash.
I related to him the story about how I had recently been out in my back yard cutting up some aspen logs for turning – using the old buck saw and an accompanying sawbuck.
I told how one of my neighbors saw this and had hollered out. “Ed, What in the h*ll are you doing now?”
The yard sale homeowner chuckled at this story and said, “Yep, you don’t see much of that any more.”
After thanking the elderly gent and wishing him well on his move, I resumed my quest for a new garbage disposer, driving back to the BORG with a new, huge collection of shop hardware rattling around in the back of the car.
Funny how things work out – if it hadn’t been for that leaky old garbage disposer, I never would have encountered that yard sale, where I believe I might have made a very outstanding purchase.