The first humiliation is waiting in line on the brick walkway, which is bordered in boxwood and leads up a few steps between pillars to the open front door. This is my first estate sale. A freckled man from Chadwick Antiques sits on a stool. He lets a few people in as others leave. They come out unsmiling, lugging lamps, end tables, chairs. The women in front of me chat about t (...)
The Last Word
Estate Sale
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