It was 'neighbourhood exchange' weekend over the long holiday weekend. An opportunity to put out to the curb things you no longer want or need (along with a 'free' sign of course) and an opportunity for your fellow citizens to cruise the city looking for treasure in your trash.
We had a few things to put out. Nothing too exciting. A few old resin lawn chairs that had seen better days but were still sturdy, a matching table, a set of Mopar glasses, cushions for the chairs, kids toys and a magnifying lamp were the stars of the collection which should give you an idea of how humble our offerings were.
Everything went out by 5pm Friday night with the plan to throw out whatever was left over on Saturday night. Around 8pm a van/suv type vehicle pulled up out front. A young man (college age I would think) bounced out and came galloping up the driveway waving his hands over his head at us as we sat watching from the living room window. The door bell rang and I answered. Could we have the chairs he wanted to know...were they really to be taken. I assured him he could have the chairs and anything else he wanted. He galloped madly back down the drive still waving his arms over his head. Three more enthusiastic young me exited the car. We watched as they bounced around our trash heap like excited bunnies in a carrot patch, laughing and exchanging high fives with each other. The trash pile went steadily down. One last look and one last wave at us and they bounced back into their vehicle and took off. "What Larks, Pip" "What Larks"