THE MOTHER OF ALL GARAGE SALES

And so it starts! It is that time of year I guess, but it does seem to be a bit early to me. This last weekend, March 5th my son and I traversed to Lincoln Nebraska and did what is called

THE MOTHER OF ALL GARAGE SALES

It is held every year around this time and you set up the day before and sell the next day.
Logan and I got in the pickup and hooked up the NEW Cargo trailer I just invested in, and drove the 3+ hour drive to the land of the Cornhuskers! (GO BIG RED). We got there about 11:00 am and set up for the big day & it took us ALL DAY. I can fit a lot in a 10 x 30 foot booth space. Logan kept telling me to quit, but you know, there was room for "ONE MORE ITEM" I just know it was the thing that was going to sell! It did take us all day and by 7:00 that evening we were bushed.
After shelling out the fee for the booth, I really didn't want to get a motel room too -- so, we decided we were just going sleep in the pickup and the trailer. MAN OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN!! IT was COLD!!! Logan slept in the trailer, I slept in the pickup and was just tolerating the chilliness when about 3:30 in the morning Logan knocked on the window of the pickup. He scared the bejeebies out of me!! The poor boy was freezing, shivering his tail off! He climbed inside, we started the pickup and warmed up, shared our blankets and made it through the night until 7:00 am when the we needed to go get our booth ready.
We had a great day. My 18 yr old son was a trooper! and we had fun. I met some great people, you just can't beat the flea market group. We help each other, and if we don't have what the customer is looking for, we usually can steer them to someone who does. It is a fun thing to do, and it helps fund our antique addiction that we all seem to have.
That night, Logan drove home(it was soooo nice) and I told him, that this was going to be a memory for me to cherish. A memory of time spent with my 18 year old who will be leaving in the fall for college and a new life.