My older brother, now living in Sacramento, used to be what some might consider a garage sale addict. Every Saturday morning would find him plying the neighborhoods for hidden treasures in the form of others’ cast-offs. He always got ‘a good deal’ and almost everything he acquired found its way to the garage. The garage was FULL.

When he came home one day with a new collection I noticed several leaflet holders among the booty. I wondered what they were for and he mentioned they came at a great price – free. He’d surely find some use for them.

Asked what he had planned for these advertising aids designed to hold brochures he had an answer ready. He was going to use them to advertise his OWN garage sale. He was planning to get rid of some of these things he had accumulated through his garage-sale addiction. It sounded like a good plan.

Well, before too much time had passed he met the love of his life and moved out of his house and into hers. She already had all of the furniture and appliances they needed so I was fortunate in having all that left behind for me to use. I also inherited the garage full of garage sale castoffs, which he guaranteed he would deal with as soon as he could.

True to his word the garage was emptied and again useable within a few months. I was even able to get my car parked in there! That may have been the first time that particular car-parking area was used for its intended purpose… vehicle protection.

My brother was also nice enough to leave some of his clothes behind when he left. All neatly arrayed on sturdy wooden hangers, I was pleased to find we were still the same size (and still have similar taste in apparel). I wondered if he’d mind if I borrowed that leather jacket! The answer was, “No,” he didn’t mind and I was given permission to use anything left behind as though it were my own. That’s a very cool brother.

I’ve moved halfway around the world now, from Sacramento to Cebu, and all that stuff’s been long left behind. He had to come to the house, of course, and remove everything when it was time for me to go. That’s where the two storage lockers come into play. When you’ve got too much stuff to fit into your house, you might have TOO much stuff!

Bob Proctor has been writing articles since 2002 and is an expert on wooden hangers , however he also likes to write about snowball microphone