sold.

The garage sale in Columbus was successful by any measure, but especially this one — Uncle Crappy and The Wife took in about $100 and didn’t have to bring much stuff back home on Sunday.

The high point clearly was the opening Saturday morning. By 7:30, a half hour before showtime, there were already several cars parked at the bottom of the driveway, and people were pacing around, ready to get started. I predicted to my dad that the early birds were there for his records, which were the only seriously collectible thing listed in the ad he wrote up for the Dispatch and the suburban papers.

I was dead-on. When we opened the garage door, Dad and I watched a replay of Dawn of the Dead — guys with graying ponytails, shuffling up the driveway with arms outstretched, moaning. “Recorrrds…”

Dad’s stacks of LPs were swarmed, sorted and decimated in about 20 minutes. I actually watched a guy who was thrilled to buy my old copy of the Stones’ Dirty Work, which has to be their worst album ever. I figured he was completing a collection or something — that’s the only reason to be gleeful over that abomination.

For much of the day, we thought that one of the real prizes — a 78 of Bix Biderbecke — had been stolen in the rush. We found it late in the day, upside down in the back of one of the record boxes.

And as I said before, most of the stuff that had been cluttering our basement found new homes. Which means we can start buying more stuff. Right honey?

On Friday, The Wife and I hosted a cookout for my folks, Juan, Fred and Ethel and the Coochie Doctor family — J. desperately needs a nickname, boys and girls, so help me out here — who brought over their new son. We finished sale day much in the same fashion, with pizza and beer on the patio before we all went to bed early.

I wish I hadn’t had to come back here for work today, but The Wife and I will still get in some fun after the rain stops Monday morning. Hope your weekend went just as well.

8 thoughts on “sold.”

  1. UC –
    I say, put the money back in the economy – as for the nickname – nothing profound here (and nothing personal either J., I swear) – but I have two – First – Mr. CD, until he gets his own idendity – and the second, well, when I pulled down your posting on Monday there was a Who song on the radio, and its been with me ever since – ‘Squeeze Box’ (that’s the nothing person part J. – just timing).

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  2. Another idea for J.’s name – (I’d suggest you let him know what we are doing and get him involved) – when I worked in the courts in Colorado, my Judge had to direct file a murder case (usually, the cases are filed in county court where the charges are read, and then remanded up to the district court where we sat) however, when the charges are serious enough (this was a double homocide), they start with the district court – anyhow, a defendant’s first appearance in court is where the prosecutor presents the case and the court reads the charges to the defendant – to be thorough, for each charge, the court has to state the official complete name of the defendant, along with all know alias – street names, or nick names if you will.

    Well, this defendant was involved in an Asian gang and probably had to work hard to get his name associated with some street cred – either that, or he was trying to build up his cred with the shootings – he had about 5 or 6 nicknames – but the best one was ‘Jimmy Wang Bang’ – after about the 4th charge being read to the defendant, the court, court staff, and prosecutors had trouble containing themselves – my Judge, sensing this as well as also having trouble not to seem lightharted on a double homocide case, stoped mentioning the alias’ – just referred to all alias previously mentioned.

    So – its either Squeeze Box or Jimmy Wang Bang.

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  3. Both funny, but probably not quite what we’re looking for. We need something that speaks more directly to who J is. West Virginia? Lawyer? Something else?

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  6. Well, well, well. If it can’t be J.Wang Bang I am all for Matlock. While we are naming, I submit Wee Willie Winkie or WWW for Matlock Jr. This does NOT directly represent any body part on little thirteen week old WWW. His Mommy is very pround of his well proportioned 11 pound body. You never know when he may want to comment to Uncle Crappy himself from a WWW point of view. I just want him to have everything he needs, and that includes a name for Uncle Crappy. Much love to all of you, and remember have your coochie checked regularly!

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  8. coochie doctor – i’d like to get mine checked but I can’t find it. so, where you been hangin’ out lately – wait a second – don’t answer that – this is a family blog.
    congrats on the addition !

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