I was not alone swimming among the sharks. My neighbors constructed their own little commerce islands with stacks of music, toys, collectibles, artwork and clothing. My wife and I displayed a paltry collection in comparison — mostly clothing, bedding and some drapes.
We are a small archipelago in the sea of sales.
Yard sale season has its peak from now through August. In 2013 the city of Burbank issued 2,112 permits for them, and they draw lookers from far and wide hoping to cash in on some castaways.
For six hours my neighbors and I stood at the sidewalk, swapping stories and laughs during the lulls. Even if we hadn’t earned a dime, that time was well spent.
Two families cleared a few hundred dollars apiece. The sharks were more interested in their autographed sports memorabilia and sophisticated sewing equipment.
I stood next to the rack of clothes I hastily assembled Sunday morning and wondered if they didn’t sell, would I wear them again? There’s the sweater I fought to fit in when I first came to California in 2010, hopelessly misshapen. I sold the green sparkly skirt my wife hardly ever wore — I didn’t even realize I’d missed seeing her in it.
Not much there for a shark.
I met others who were happy to share their plans for their newly acquired items. A man with a penchant for plaid bought two new shirts — one joined me at a Veterans Day service two years ago, the other was never even worn. That was an easy parting.
“Not another plaid,” the man’s wife said after the money exchanged.
“Yes — another plaid!” he cackled.