I found the address and saw the garage door was up, but saw no signs of life. I walked up the driveway and into the garage, but still couldn't find anybody. It was clearly being staged for a garage sale with items laid out on tables, but I began to wonder if I was a day early. I saw a large white object and could see the label "Brother" on it. Knowing Brother from the old days of dot matrix printers and word processors, I assumed that's what it was until I got a closer look. Once I realized it was this, I wasn't leaving until I found someone.
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Sunday, September 16, 2012
Groovy Baby or Brother, What a Stereo!
On my way home from work Friday while driving on Mueller Road in South County, I barely caught sight of a garage sale sign on a side road. I almost dismissed it as an old sign until I saw the word "Today" on it. Occasionally, people will have a Friday evening pre-sale, so I knew it was a possibility. In the time it took to process all of that, I had already passed the street so I had to turn around and head back.
I found the address and saw the garage door was up, but saw no signs of life. I walked up the driveway and into the garage, but still couldn't find anybody. It was clearly being staged for a garage sale with items laid out on tables, but I began to wonder if I was a day early. I saw a large white object and could see the label "Brother" on it. Knowing Brother from the old days of dot matrix printers and word processors, I assumed that's what it was until I got a closer look. Once I realized it was this, I wasn't leaving until I found someone.
I found the address and saw the garage door was up, but saw no signs of life. I walked up the driveway and into the garage, but still couldn't find anybody. It was clearly being staged for a garage sale with items laid out on tables, but I began to wonder if I was a day early. I saw a large white object and could see the label "Brother" on it. Knowing Brother from the old days of dot matrix printers and word processors, I assumed that's what it was until I got a closer look. Once I realized it was this, I wasn't leaving until I found someone.
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