Saving Soles At The Congregational Church

Rummage sale time at the church around the corner. My ex was a congregant and that's where my kids went to Sunday School. The Rev. Chuck Eastman was a close friend of mine until he died of a heart attack a few years back, still in his early fifties. Most everybody there knows me. In a way I feel like it's my church.

I always manage to find something I need, and the money goes to a good cause. It's a lot nicer looking over the things in an air conditioned hall rather than traipsing through a dozen scattered yard sales in the heat and humidity. I bought some teflon pots and fry pans. Last year it was a collander and an electric broom. The year before I found a nice toaster broiler.