If you want to meet some interesting people, just put out a Garage Sale sign and a few balloons. Everybody comes---the lonely widow craving conversation, the elderly man with 57 cents in his pocket, wanting to buy an angel ( of course, that becomes the sale price).Then there's the inebriated fellow who sits down and talks for an hour and buys nothing, or the pseudo-preacher who tells of his ministry and sings us a song of his own composition. But the saddest shopper was a young boy who was offered a flower for his mother and replied, "My mom is dead." We don't need social workers---all we need is garage sales.
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