Well, yesterday, while heading to a park for my son to walk the dog. A lengthy walk in a strange place is real treat for him, well both of them.
There was a church sale ending. I drove up to park and take a look and they said, "We're all done. A complete waste of time. No one came."
I asked if I could take a peek, they said they were loading up and to make it quick.
Nice and hospitable.
I quickly spotted a pile of boxes full of ironware for the kitchen, which I kind of collect.
I asked for a price and one said I could take them all for ten bucks. DAMN!
After a further glance, there were seventeen iron skillets of various sizes, all in rough shape (mainly rusty), two muffin pans, several miscellaneous lids, a bread pan and a mismatched Dutch oven bottom. None of the lids fit it. An incredible stash of old style cookware most modernites are not familiar with using and so it was trash to them.
They asked for ten and I gave them twenty five bucks, loaded up and then helped them finish clearing the lot to help offset the trouble I caused by stopping by. I did not feel welcome.
There were also a few tools. I found two hammers, a few screwdrivers and an "antique" wooden yardstick with some awesome graphics on it. All for twenty five dollars.
All the ironware passes the "ring test" (no cracks). Today I begin the process of restoring them. Got to get the rust stopped, at least.