Yards of bargains Crossroads intersect on a North Shore lawn LIFE HAS taken some drastic turns lately, but nothing pre- pared me for the high speed bend I careened through a few weekends ago. By Kevin Gillies Contributing Writer At this time last year I lived ina bachelor suite with the valuable stuff I had accumulated and carried around all my life: baseball mitt, Toronto Blue Jays clock, bench press ... you get the idea. ; Last weekend I was living in a three-bedroom house with lady and child and I was preparing for my first-ever yard sale. You know, those things that are of passing interest from the passenger seat of a car. This decision was one we had reached (myself, half-heartedly) about a week earlier. It was diffi- cult to accept that I was about to part with things I had diligently collected through many years of bachelorhaod. Worse, I was selling them to strangers. Nonetheless, | dutifully sorted through the 20 or 40 boxes that were. packed and stored away. Things deemed fit for sale were moved toward the front door. My companion did the same -with her stuff, getting an earful every time a toy made the “saleable” pile’ ' Two friends expressed a desire to sell some of their wares with us -and the sale of the century was on. hp SIR AURE TEES SE NAPE OE ET TNE BS HEP EET We placed a litte. non-descript ad in the North Shore News clas- sifieds (Yes, I'm blowing the paper's horn a bit but read on). We advertised that the big event would take place Sunday from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. By Saturday night, the entrance to the house fooked like a storage locker with all of the merchandise we two couples could muster piled high. People had started coming around looking for early bird spe- cials since early Saturday morning. There was x note on the dish- washer in the yard proclaiming “dibs” on the item. It got to the point where I was prepared to ask people how old they were when they stopped tak- ing reading classes. It became clear that I was deal- ing with a sub-culture created by our free market society. Some of these bargain hunters were surely looking for stock to fill their store shelves. Sleeping in (until 8:30 a.m.) Sunday morning was next to impossible as our yard filled with strangers who were carefully examining our expendables. The sale-leader had awoken early and lined the yard with a makeshift shelving unit made from brick and board. The shelves were then lined with mugs, glasses, lamps, toys. clothes etc. Throughout the day, people meandered in and out of our yard. Vanloads of people pulled up jook- ing for second-hand clothing, Otter ends Sopl. 30/9 ‘Specializing in Blinds and Eee for over © 8 yeuts 984-410 , 164-7255 ‘ 9326617 : Vancouver. Whistler. > oi oid N. housewares and furniture — any- thing that was practical but cheap. My burnt-wood pictures never sold, which was unfortunate because they were never allowed back in the house (they sit beside my eight-track collection in the back alley). Most of the people who visited our yard were skilled negotiators and shrewd hagglers. A couple of times | caught my companion get- ling angry at some customer's insistence that a certain pile of clothes was only worth two dol- lars. The salesperson clearly felt it was worth $10 so the needy will get it for nothing. Fight stubborn- ness with stubbornness. The organizers handled the deli- cale negotiations that come with such an event while [ sat on the tweed, fold-out loveseat (a real bargain at $30) and watched the World Cup final. Although not for sale, I pulled the television out onto the lawn to feel more a part of the action. When the rain came at 2:30 p.m., shoppers slowed to a trickle and Brazil] had won the shoot-out. | helped load stuff back into the house. The end was near. All that was left to do was to reload some of the unsold merchandise back " NEWS photo Nell Lucente WEST VANCOUVER’S Sabrina Lee (left) shares a laugh with HRH Prince Phillip (centre) during the Duke of Edinburgh award ceremony at the Waterfront Hotel in Vancouver. Lee accepted an award bestowed on a group from Sentinel sec- ondary school. Other North Shore honoreys included: Alireza Azmudeh, Ann-Marie and Sevil Conway, Andrew Greenway, Jennifer Haffard, Tracey Leacock, Scott Munro, Grahame Quan, Glen Phillips and Jennifer Smith. into their nooks and crannies, throw some out and make a pile that would be donated to charitable organizations. This soon after The Great Sale, I can’t even recall which of my worldly possessions are gone (including the ones my roomie’ threw out). What has stood out as mildly amazing, however, is that the daily sales totalled more than $350. A year ago my share of the take probably would have covered a night on the town and another burnt-wood picture. 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