Monday, February 28, 2011


Tomorrow. York, Ne. 10:02 AM. Honestly, I don't know why they're starting it at 10:02, but whatever. I'll still be there. I'm hoping to buy a stalk chopper. Also, you never know what might be out there that's not on the sale bill. My buddy Gary lives near York, and he was going to take some stuff up there, but they told him not to because they were full. This means one of two things - there's going to be some sweet stuff, or there's going to be a bunch of crap that should've gone to the scrap yard. I'm guessing number two. 

If anyone wants to come help me raise my bidding hand, let me know.


  1. Ah - Good luck! It's almost bidding time right this second!

    (Do you think the art students I'm substitute teaching today would mind a field trip? We'd auction in the name of art - they can come up with some hugely intellectual yet ridiculously confusing abstract pieces. I'll be the best substitute teacher ever.)