If you think yard sales are just for picking up dusty knick-knacks and mismatched coffee mugs, you haven’t lived through an intense one yet.

Last Saturday, I stumbled into what I am now calling It was advertised on a faded neon pink poster stapled to a telephone pole: "Moving Sale. Everything must go. 18 boxes of collectibles. Be ready to dig."

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