The turnout seemed impressive for a Friday morning. Hopes were high. When we walked in there were some nice linens and pieces of silver. We got the giggles when we came across four cans of PBR, still in the six pack casing, labeled $2. However, things took a depressing turn when we went into the kitchen and one of the organizers was labeling food in the pantry. And we fled when she tried to sell a jar of peanut butter to my friend, with the inside info "it's creamy." In 50 years you can bet I will tell my children that they are NEVER to sell my foodstuffs when I leave my home. (Talk about dark humor, right?)
Hopefully we will have better luck this week in Greenwich.