When there are neighborhood sales, and the women flock like the swallows of Capistrano in groups down the street, the men have to have someplace to go... a cave, where they can hang out and talk guy talk.
Mr. Neil, our neighbor to the west, realized this late on Thursday's sale and made a sign for today. It promptly caught our attention, and then my husband and boys went next door to investigate.
Oh, there was indeed guy stuff. Mantiques, to be exact. And lots of man-talk.
I was so intrigued upon their return that I had to wander over later and check this out myself.
He really did have a nice display...and told me all about an upcoming swap meet for auto parts coming up that he was preparing for.
The light filtered through the garage door beautifully on Mr. Neil's tools and hardware. I really like this image with the cut milk jug.
And, on a sentimental note, the handwritten labels reminded me of Boompa's writing. The mixture of upper and lower case and the slant of the letters provided instant nostalgia...
...and comic relief in the 90 degree weather.
