Three tips on how to scope out a worthwhile yard sale...from your car

One of my mom's favorite memories of my childhood is the essay I wrote about my summer vacation in third grade -- It was all about "yardsailing."

My spelling's a little better now, but the after-effects of having spent every spring and summer weekend of my life from age four through 13 rummaging through other people's castoffs are still apparent. After a stop at the Brimfield Fair today with a friend and his mother -- both of whom enjoy old things but would still be qualified as yard sale neophytes -- we were heading back home, stopping at some yard sales along the way. We drove by one and my friend asked "Should we stop?" I had only gotten a brief glimpse but I suggested that we keep moving: "It looks overpriced," I explained.