Now that I think about it, I probably would not have resold the rummage items. My parents might have. Back then, I was more interested in the stories I could find or invent. 

Something always had a story.

- The story behind the jacket that was hung earlier or the old postcards in the bin by the books
- The legend of how the valley was protected in the deep winters
- How the china dolls in the stamp and stationery store came to be
- Whether the Pony Express came through and what their lives were like
- The truth behind the late nights the sheriff and his deputies put in back behind the conference room. The upholstery was from the '70s, and their ashtrays were full of butts. 
- How many novels my English teacher had actually written

So many memories and interesting things.