When I was a kid, every now and then the folks would pack up the whole family and we’d head for the swap meet. For those of you who have never seen one, picture a huge-assed garage sail set up at a drive in movie theater. (Of course there may be some of you that have never been to or seen a drive in either.)
Earlier in my alleged adulthood, I would do the same, and roam the aisles since “You never know what you might need!” Luckily, I outgrew this, and Michelle and I don’t see the need to buy someone else’s crap. So we avoid swap meets, flea markets and yard sales. Well, except for one. The annual Cascade Bike Club Swap Meet! Which just happened to be today! Continue reading “Struck out!”