This is my driveway at seven-thirty this morning. All of my goodies (junk) lined up like the Rockettes. You would think that at least one person would stop. I do after all, live on a main road. It's in the sticks, I'll admit but still, it's heavily traveled. Not one soul came by, except for my BFF, Melissa. She ended up taking half of it home with her, which was a good thing, since the rest of it completely filled the back seat and rear of my CRV. The unsold items are now happily residing at the local Hospice thrift store, along with the other four carloads I've taken in the last few weeks. Now when I go in there to look around, I feel right at home!