They probably had little in common with me as the dirty, hungry traveling girl of all those years ago.

“The hardest part is expenses with my van – about $300 every month in gas, just driving around town!”

She’s the lovely one. With a giant key around her neck.

“My daughter’s birthday is coming up. You understand what I’m saying?”

“I injured my back in ’89 and haven’t been able to do any of my trades since then.”

I could hear her patiently explaining the consignment policy.

“We really are struggling right now. This is a huge blessing.”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for the bus now.”

Betty had some words for me. “Think about your mother today.”

A manager came over, more officious than helpful.