Garage sales, garage sales. I stop at one, and find the prospects disappointing. Leftover craft yarn, miscellaneous useless things, clothes.Under the end of a table, I spy a box. It's the kind that bulk paper comes in, open top with the cover missing.Inside are a dozen bowling and volleyball trophies.Taped to the box's exterior is a piece of lined notebook paper. In a girlish script is written 4 letters -- "FREE".I pick up the box and head to the front table, where two teen girls sat."I'm taking your free box," I say.They don't say OK, they just kind of stare at me. They don't object, either, so I take my box of faux gold and marble treasures and drive away.
More trophies! (smile) --kara,  7/15/2003 11:56:47
Richard Brautigan wrote a book
with you in mind: "Willard and
his Bowling Trophies" --busmun, 7/18/2003 03:59:55
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