Saturday Yardsaling

It was a perfect day for yardsaling.

Stack of baskets, fifty cents apiece

Pretty box, fifty cents

Something for Lydia (who wouldn't like a Hello Kitty gluestick?)

Folding and stacking cooling racks. A dollar for the set.

But the best score was Mr. Fixit's. Besides a couple of record albums, he found a recent-vintage phone, the kind with the little tiny keyboard. They were asking a dollar.

What that says about the state of the world, I'm not sure.