Since this is not yardsale time of year and with only the same small thrift stores to visit,
when the chance came to go to an auction I was enthusiastic about a different venue.
The ad promised a packed variety from two households filling the “Opera House.”
That turned out to be a fancy name for the backroom at a small town tavern.
The auctioneer is a popular local favorite and the audience was filled with his regulars.
To you they may not looked threatening or unwelcoming
but if you got amongst them and were someone they did not recognize,
you knew you were being checked out.
Trust me. I did not feel comfortable enough to take any actual photos.
They were not outwardly unfriendly unless you bid against them.
It was a friendly rivalry amongst each other but for a newcomer to covet an item?
Have you seen the competition on storage wars?
There were a few items I would have bid on that no one else was the least interested in but when the auctioneer said can I get a buck, just to keep things moving, before I could blink an eye or lift a hand, it was SOLD to one of two bidders in the front row with bidder numbers of single digits.
I was a little concerned after the auctioneer had sold a few 22 caliber rifles and handed them out to the crowd. He had an afterthought. “I didn’t check to see if those guns were loaded.”
It was fun to watch the bidding on those.
Then he “remembered” that he also had some “large cents” to auction off.
The auctioneer dug around in his pocket.
I guess they were not uncirculated.
I stayed a couple hours just for the curiosity factor but never even got to bid on a single item. There is another auction next weekend. I may try again.
Before then I have to dig out my Harley wear or my bib overalls.
After leaving the Opera House I did stop at a local thrift. I’ll fill you in on my found treasure next time. Oh – and on the way to the fireworks show we passed a moving sale sign.
Of course we stopped.
Yes, too cold for garage and yard sales but you can have a fireworks show in temperatures below freezing and get a huge crowd.
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