Friday, March 9, 2018

I work at estate sales for Becky and Lisa.  And now Becky's son David and Lisa's daughter Lindsey have caught the bug.  They are doing one this week that has a Chevy Caprice, 65K miles. One owner.  It still has the plastic over the seats and has been kept in a garage since the day they bought it.  I've never seen a car so pristine.

I don't work at the sales all day.  I can't last that long usually.  But my wage demands are competitive:  I'm free.  I just like to help, and meet people.  It's a lot of fun.  I had never gone to estate sales until I came to Edmond.  They are very different from garage sales.

I love garage sales.  I think it is fascinating to see what people have bought, never used and put in a sale for pennies on the dollar.  And in Edmond, there is so much money floating around, that clothes go to the garage sale with the original tags on them.  Someone purchases something, hangs it in the closet and never wears it.

Impulse spending is rampant in this town.  Women redecorate constantly.  I read somewhere that the per-capita income in Edmond is the highest in the state.  I am sure that is true.  Million dollar houses are common.  (Not mine.  I help keep the house price average down just by living here.)

But it is a great town.  Everything I could want--every outlet, or franchise store--is within three miles of my house.  I used to have to drive 50 miles to Tulsa for almost everything.  Three miles is better.  A tank of gas lasts me a month.  Medical specialists by the dozens are within 15 minutes.  And the roads, streetlights, sidewalks, etc., etc. are really well done and maintained.  But there is a price.  Taxes are higher.

I wish I could say I have completely adjusted.  But to be honest, that will never happen.  Nothing can take the place of your old friends and the familiarity of your home town.  When Ken was struggling near the end of his life, he would say, "Let's drag main."  I'd get him in the car and drive him up and down all five blocks of main street Pryor.  And he would always say, "I love this town."  And he did.  So did I.  Life is short.  Enjoy the days God has given you.




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