Hwy 22 Yard Sale a Bust

Better to try an fail than never to try. Better yet: to try, fail, and adapt. That's the ticket. Live and learn.


It was one of those highway yard sales, this time on the road that goes from Franklin GA through Roanoke and on to Wadley. Overcast skies, cool air, light turnout, and a yard sale, for Pete's sake = no sales. Well, none but for a pity purchase of Cain by the nice lady at Bridge the Gap, where we exhibited. Who goes to a yard sale to buy new books?


Nobody, that's who.


But even at an event that was otherwise a bust, good things can happen. Usually it has to do with meeting people. Or even one person. Somebody who engages you in a conversation that reveals common interests, shared acquaintances, and other small surprises.


Sales aren't the only things you can count. Blessings, too, I suppose. Amen.



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