<p>Living in a college town, we have a date for curb shopping, August 15th, when the leases turn over in the rental property. Streets are lined with great treasures as well as horrible junk. Years ago, a friend described it as the great potlatch. Recently it was described in the paper as ‘hippie Christmas’ I’ve found a papasan chair-bought a new cushion, and once, a violin. Old, not the greatest instrument, but a friend fixed it up to playable condition, and was ok for a camping violin. My favorite is a usual walking route through a wealthy area, where I pick up thinnings from garden beds to take home and add to my perennials.</p>