Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Aaron West, senior writer for The Daily Texan. I am apparently allowed to write in this blog. When the people in charge over here at the paper told me about my blog access, I paused and took in the news. “What’s that smell?” I thought to myself. And then it came to me: it was the unmistakable scent of Internet stardom and social influence. I could practically taste the site traffic. But what should I blog about?
I mulled it over and decided that I would write about a subject very dear to my heart, something that, since childhood, has influenced me in deeply significant and personal ways. The customs and tradition that surround my chosen theme, like any customs and traditions worth a damn, were instilled in me by my father – a man who knew the value of going to strangers’ houses before 8 a.m. on Saturdays, scavenging through the possessions proudly displayed on folding tables scattered throughout their yards and then greedily haggling with the owner over the price, regardless of whether the item was totally worthless or not. My father was a garage sale fiend. So am I.
Yes, this is a blog post about garage sales. Every weekend I will pick some garage sales to go to, map my route, hop in my car and report back from the front lines of Austin’s (and perhaps beyond) garage sale culture. Are you ready? I am.
Every Monday, faithful readers will be privy to where I journeyed and a weekly review of my finds. I’ll sift through folks’ unwanted items with the meticulousness of a paleontologist and the trained eye of someone whose first words were, after being tirelessly prompted by his father, “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” Just kidding, of course – that phrase is way too complicated for a baby.
You’ll have full access: quirky family heirlooms, clunky electronics from a time before Steve Jobs, unlabeled VHS tapes that haven’t been watched since the kids moved away to college and almost anything else you can imagine – as long as you’re imagining strange odds and ends that have been sitting for years on the top shelves of hallway closets. Also, look forward to interviews with the garage sellers themselves, insight from my fellow junk vultures and photos.
So buckle up, you crusader of crap. This is The Garage Sale Review.