A few doors from my humble abode there is a business known as ‘Golden’. I don’t want to know what they do, because I’m sure the reality will disappoint the expectations inspired by their tag-line: ‘Proudly Servicing Melbourne For Forty Years’.
Whatever it is they get up to, my interest in them reaches near-feverish levels when they have garage sales. Mostly because (can you guess?) they sell books. For the sum of ten dollars, you are presented with a plastic bag which you may stuff to splitting with the tomes spread out on the dusty concrete floor. Continue reading