Record Haul No. 21
Les/Larry Elgart - Girl Watchers
Fleetwood Mac - Tusk
Asia - s/t
Flashdance: The Original Soundtrack
Little River Band - First Under the Wire
Joni Mitchell - Ladies of the Canyon
Olivia Newton-John, Jane Fonda Workout (gifts for my cousin)
The Smiths - “William, It Was Really Nothing” (b/w “How Soon Is Now?” and “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want”) 12” Maxi Single
This need to see inside other people’s lives has resulted in an obsession with estate sales. Yesterday, we drove to a neighborhood north of here for one particular sale, stopping in a Half Price Music & Books on the way and scoring a German Smiths maxi single in purple marble vinyl. Let me get what I want…
The house was in a little cul-de-sac near a golf course. Unremarkable brick houses and man-made ponds. “Neighborhoods like this depress me.”
“I don’t know why; they just do.”
We wander through the dining room, speckled with crystal goblets and chandeliers. The built-in wall radio peeps classical music, and we discover the bathroom with its heart-shaped tub and vintage powder canisters. The bedroom with a massive walk-in closet full of shoes and furs and afghan blankets. The cliched femininity of it was overwhelming.
Then downstairs: walls littered with arcade games, electric probes, a working Skee-ball machine. In another room, a hot tub sits covered, shaded by a tall fiberglass palm tree. A bar stocked with tiki mugs and gag gifts: “This Bar Is For High Class Patrons (Excepting the Bartender)” and a geezer crutch with a little flip-down panel for one’s old drooping genitals. In another room, a large workshop, and an office with a drafting table and photo developing equipment.
“The upstairs was really hers, and the downstairs was his, wasn’t it?”
Two red silk jackets hanging on the wall with names stitched onto them: Cindy and Bob, Corvette Club members.
“Cindy and Bob must have had some fun parties.”
We dig deeper through their lives, their book collections, their kitchen cupboards, their model train sets with model Kentucky Fried Chickens and vintage tin cars. Their ashtrays from Hawaii and boxes and boxes of jolly Christmas decorations. Behind the Skee-ball machine, we find a closet of records, full of standards and some light jazz, and on the bottom shelf, tucked at the back, the video cassettes with handwritten titles: Corporate Assets, Dreamgirls, Emmanuel… a brown cardboard box…
“Is that their porn?”
“XXX… it sure is.”
And there, right next to the brown cardboard box, another stack: cassette tapes of inspirational Christian sermons. (The things we see when we look behind closed doors.)
Lives are stories: Cindy and Bob’s must have been a good one.
(Previously: Albums Purchased One Hot Weekend, Record Haul, Record Haul No. 2, Record Haul No. 3, Record Haul No. 4, Record Haul No. 5, Record Haul No. 6, Record Haul No. 7, Record Haul No. 8, Record Haul No. 9, Record Haul No. 10, Record Haul No. 11, Record Haul No. 12, Record Haul No. 13, Record Hauls No. 14, 15, and 16, Record Haul No. 17, Record Haul No. 18, Record Haul No. 19, Record Haul No. 20)