If you’re from a small town, especially in the Midwest, you know about auctions. I love auctions.
Below is a silo loader frame I bought to make into a cocktail table.
Sporting John Deere hats, overalls, sensible shoes for trudging through whatever terrain exists, auction goers nod and wink and tug to indicate their bid for other people’s trash, and make it their treasure.
I bought the cameras below for $5 as accessories for photography.
There’s a camaraderie amongst auction goers. People catch up with one another, talk about family, friends, work, the weather, whatever.
Today, I saw a former football coach, a man I really respect. He and I were interested in the same trunk. I didn’t bid on it. I wanted him to get it. He got it for $8.
You see all kinds of stuff at auctions. Today, there were cars, blacksmith equipment, mowers, antique tractors, toys, you name it. There’s always something I’ve never seen before, and there’s always somebody there to explain what it is.
It was a good day.