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_____________________________________________________________________________________Old Joe Johnson lives next door to me. Joe is ancient—I’d guess about 300
years old. When Joe was born, the Revolutionary War was just beginning, and
a kid’s idea of fun was chasing squirrels and eating tree bark. Joe reads 50
books a day, and I’m not talking little books, either. I mean huge tomes,
even longer than the telephone directory! Joe gets most of his books from the
library and garage sales.
Last weekend I went to a garage sale with Joe. These people had so much
stuff in their garage that a worm couldn’t even fit in to look around. And
the place smelled like dusty socks had been kept there for 100 years. I thought
my nose hairs were going to disintegrate. Joe didn’t seem to notice the smell or
the mess. All he could see were the stacks of books—$5 a bagful. They had a
bunch of crinkled old grocery bags and people were filling them full of musty
books. Joe must have gotten 1,000 books in his bag! Then he asked me to
carry it. The darn thing was heavier than an elephant in armor. Joe was all worried that
I’d dump the bag, but I didn’t. I carried it over the mountains and through the woods
back to Joe’s house. Joe was very tired when we got there. He sat down on his porch and
was deep into a nap before I could say, “How about some lemonade?” I figured, what the
heck, and pulled up a chair. Before I knew it, I was lost in my own world of shuteye!
Garage sales sure are tiring.