Who Me

With summer winding down I didn't expect a lot when I went out garage sale-ing today. There was one close to my house but it yielded very little. I told myself that it would be an early day and drove through the usual neighborhoods I visit for such adventures.

I was pleased to see a big sign for a flea market at the local Elks Club. Since the weather was nice, it was well attended and I picked up the only music CD I found today, The Band's-The Last Waltz, for a dollar. I also bought a whole house transmitter, new in the box, for $5. It's supposed to allow you to use an FM radio signal to broadcast whatever you want to any FM receiver in the house. It also is supposed to have "Easy Set Up", but they don't know me and my lack on mechanical knowledge.

After a few more sales where I did score some odds and ends (and who can ever have enough of them?) I was taking the long way home when I came across one last sale. The old guy (look who's talking) who was running the show was very chatty and had priced things to move. My kind of sale. He told me that most of the goods were from the home of a couple of older ladies who were surprisingly fond of science fiction. One of the ladies had died and he helped clean out the estate and was sharing in a portion of whatever proceeds the sale would bring.

As I said, these ladies had a fondness for science fiction (Kathy concludes that they must have been lesbians) and there were boxes and boxes of mostly new looking books covering a huge collection of authors in that genre. He said I could fill up a box for $3 or two boxes for $5. Once I started looking through titles I found a shitload of Dr. Who paperbacks.  I'm a big fan from way back so I figured I pick up a few.  The more I looked, the more I found. Before I knew it I had a box half full. I figured if I was going to spend three bucks I was going to fill it up all the way. I added some other odd titles that looked interesting as well as some comic book anthologies of The Tick, my favorite blue superhero.I also found a TARDIS coffee mug and a Return To Forever LP.

When I got home I sorted all the booty in the box and counted more than 60 Dr Who novels as well as at least a dozen other sci fi titles. Not a bad haul for 3 bucks. My niece Hannah was just here this past week for a visit and since she's is a new Dr. Who fan I will be sending her the mug.  If she's interested in any of the books, they're hers for the asking. Now, if anyone was planning on using this windfall of books to blackmail me with Kathy, you're out of luck.  I told her this evening of my good fortune. She wasn't thrilled, but I'm more than willing to give them all up once I read them, which I figure may take me just a few short lifetimes.