To bring you the update on Bargainsgaloreon64, one of the highlights of Wordamour’s junking year. So if you’re expecting to read about writing, you might want to skip this post (though who knows, the photos might inspire you to do a little scribbling). Because what follows is a report on the garage sales and flea markets that line the Arkansas roadsides and town squares on highway 64 every mid-August, from Beebe to Fort Smith, which is approximately 200 miles.
Alas there were no caskets this year–must’ve gotten sold.
Read on for a taste of the Arkansas roadside, with an especially charming photo at the end. How’s that for a hook?
So it was hot this year. It’s always hot. But not usually 105 degrees hot. Nonetheless, Wordamour and her younger son, whom we might as well dub Wordamour Jr. since everyone is always commenting on their physical and personal likenesses, were determined to brave the elements, armed with a cooler full of bottled water and the occasional shaved ice and Sonic Route 44 Diet Dr. Pepper.
Wordamour Jr. usually starts out rather non-plussed about these jaunts. After all, it’s deathly hot and he’d just as soon be at home playing Super Mario Bros. with his brother (aka Wordamour’s Husband Jr.) in an air-conditioned house. But once the loot starts rolling in, he gets into the swing of things. A sampling of his haul: 3 Naruto Manga Magazines with 3 rare Yugioh cards inside, a 22 kt gold Pokemon card, and two Calvin and Hobbes books.
The highlights, as usual, were the retired schoolteachers who do a Country Living style set up at Coal Hill (Wordamour will be eternally grateful to friend and junker extraordinaire, Steve Lance, for the tip).
My haul was pretty terrific, including a vintage white, tin-topped kitchen island for $50 that looks like it was custom made for the kitchen in my hundred year old house.
But the highlight of the day occured when I snapped the shot below.
Happy Hunting. Bye y’all,