Simple pleasures

What is it about garage sales that makes them so good? It is one of the simple pleasures I love in life. Perhaps it's the hunt...scouting the town armed with only a map and the classified section of the paper. Or maybe the gamble...sure, you could come back empty-handed after 2 hours of your Saturday morning has been basically wasted, or you could come back with an antique mahogany china cabinet worth $1,000 that you paid $300 for. Or a dresser set. Or a TV. Or a rocking chair. Or some paperback books to fill up your classroom that were only a quarter apiece. It could be the excuse to snoop through other people's private belongings looking for the right thing to fill the empty place on your bookshelf. Or it could be that it's in your blood. Passed down from grandmother to mother, and now to me...an innate desire to get in my car on Saturday morning and follow signs leading me to the next potential treasure. Saturday it was a skillet, a few books, and a Coldplay CD.