Way back when – when I was in my early 30’s and the 80’s were at their start – we lived in Palatine, Illionis and went to a lot of garage sales, that being the era of people still trotting things down from the attic and up from the cellar. Once we saw one listed in the paper as DISBANDING MOTHER’S HOME . . . and scavengers that we were, we went.
The whole house was open – you simply wandered around and got want you liked and paid a nominal sum at the door. I know I got a couple of good things, but I kept hearing the refrain disbanding mother’s home, disbanding mother’s home, disbanding mother’s home in the back of my mind.
It is there this morning . . . maybe because I found a can of really large – huge, in fact – ancient nuts and washers at the back of the top shelf in a little cabinet in the kitchen. Someday maybe there will be an ad: Disbanding Kooky Mother’s Home.
But, in the meantime, I think I’ll get them down and use them for paperweights here at the cafe and roadhouse – sometimes the breeze is fairly brisk through the screen door.
