Dead Men Do Tell Tales

Or at least the contents of their estate sales do. I attended an estate sale on Sunday and I could tell, from his personal effects, that this particular dead person was an avid photographer, historian and friend of Hef. There were milk crates full of Playboy magazines dating back to the early 90s; Penthouse was stored in the garage. There were antique toys, cameras, and oscillating fans. There was a small Great Dane (not for sale) in a yard overrun with native plants and cords of firewood. I bypassed the pornography and left with a few treasures of my own:

• Cast Iron Dutch Oven
• Ryobi Cordless Drill
• Two CD's
• Pneumatic wine opener
• Stainless Steel Measuring Cups