Yeah, no. Nada.
The season is done...
A lady selling rocks, some interesting, but without provenance worthless to me. A couple of others, repeats, still trying to sell shit they've had now 3, 4 weeks running. Back to Balfour, a couple of more garage sales, nothing of interest. A local market. "Market", 2 fiddles, an accordion and guitar sing songs that you would expect to hear played by the orchestra of a sinking ship, "Antiques" - which consist mostly of used ceramic ashtrays, another table with standard garage sale shit - "collectible" plates, cups, saucers, not even worthy of Granny's attic, someone selling produce, preserves, jams, I buy a jar of homemade "Organic Hot Sauce", the band strikes up another tune, a dirge for garage sales, as I wander off into the weeds at the end of the street, a graveyard, of sorts, for abandoned vehicles, old, 30's, 40's trucks, more contemporary trailers, would make good living accommodations, if only they were upright, the perfect discovery for the end of the day...
Get home, open the hot sauce, the texture of gruel, colorless, a brownish grey, no spice or flavour whatsoever, rather perfectly summing up the days garage sales.