It's been a long time since my father and I opened up our dusty garage to the picking hands of our community.
Years ago, I'd slip rather snuggly into my purple Levi's. But when I saw they were dramatically above my ankles, I knew it was time to go our separate ways. My poor Levi's were going to a garage sale.
My dad and I sorted through crates of stuffed animals and Barbies that just weren't as cool as they used to be. They too would be joining my Levi's.
But this wasn't your typical garage sale. This one was Arizona's biggest garage sale.