An honest buck

ON A COLD, DAMP MORNING this fall I hosted a yard sale. It's a great way to get organized, but what I enjoy the most is participation in lighthearted neighborliness. It's also good to know that no-longer-useful items can benefit someone else for a very reasonable price. And I'm a pushover—most people who attend my sales know they can come and get a steal.

Apparently that's exactly what some patrons had in mind this time. After the mad rush of the first hour, I noticed that a whole box of items had simply walked off—a camera, a small vacuum, a bunch of replica antique cars.

"We've been ripped off!" I called up the front steps to my husband, "Do you believe it?"

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