If I could just scrape together the money, I'd be all over this on eBay.

This morning I spotted a notice on a large refrigerator-sized piece of cardboard outside a modest house in town. The sign declared that a moving sale will happen this Sunday. The list of items for sale includes "Dining Room furniture", "Bedroom Set", the generic "household goods", and, scrawled at the bottom of the cardboard, as if an afterthought, "Guy Stuff." The mind is overwhelmed by the possibilities this presents. Will we have things that blow up? Non-stop ESPN on wide-screen TVs? Car chases on the back lawn? Swimsuit models playing beach volleyball drinking unlimited beer? Drums and the book "Drumming Circles for Dummies"? [A little egregious sexism is such a good way to welcome the weekend.]