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This morning my mom and I went out to a handful of garage sales. This wasn't my maiden garage sale but it wasn't until we went to an estate sale that I really got thinking so join me as I bring you in to my thoughts born out of outdated electronics and calenders from years I didn't even exist in the corner.

Commonly estate sales are held after an individual has died. As I walked into this particular house I noticed first the random assortment of items strewn about the house. What struck me most and is perhaps my motivation for this blog was the thought, "what do our possessions say about us to strangers?" Upon further investigation of the house I found out that it's previous habitant was a member of the Marine Corps. They were obviously married or really loved women's clothing and jewelry. Their collection of movies proved they weren't into comedies nor did they own a DVD player as the VHS rewinder looked recently used. (Did you know that VHS stands for Video Home System? That is a fun fact. Is it just me or should it be Home Video System. Granted HVS looks too much like HIV and nobody wants that.) The kitchen looked as though it hadn't been updated since the 60's. Inside the garage laid golf clubs older than perhaps the game of golf itself. Certainly before Tiger's time or even perhaps Arnold Palmer. Essentially, what I came to notice was that an our possessions might give a stranger a broad idea of who we are or what we did but to really know about a person you have to know them, talk to them, laugh and cry with them. So get talking because one day the only thing that will remain besides the memories are a few boxes of odds and ends that were important to us but just random match books in a glass vase to some 19 year old out on a garage sale with his mom after we have died.