Secrets of hunting camp. Swear to keep this stuff to yourself!
There is one thing that I hate about this time of year. Each week, when Marilyn looks in the classified ads, there are fewer and fewer yard sales listed. Lately, as she counts the dwindling number of sales, her hands begin to shake and the back section of the paper she’s holding, quivers so badly, I don’t know how she can read it. So far, she’s bearing up bravely, but I know that when the last yard sale of the year is just a memory, she will begin sobbing inconsolably. A man can’t bear listening... Sign in to see full entry.