Sayles: Hail the return of the garage sale
Fauna and flora bursting forth beyond comprehension with the seeds of yet another life cycle. Come on faithful readers, I am not Thoreau at Walden Pond, nor am I John Muir in Yellowstone. With all due respect, you are reading this because I am the guy with 761 perfectly good screwdrivers stored in a Rubbermaid tub under the workbench in my garage. JW Sayles Submitted The only meaningful sign of spring I pay attention to is the return of garage/yard and rummage sale signs. Those optic yellow, neon green, and hot pink voodoo cards nailed to 60-year-old power poles turn my 20-year-ol...