casey's (not the gas station)

This article was written about a long stretch of yard sales, spanning 690 miles and plenty of states. It was something the author seemed to have just stumbled upon, and then embarked on a journey to reach the end. While the article talked about the variety of goods sold and about the actual cohesive project, I definitely preferred the personal accounts and observations. At one point the author explains that while religion and Mennonites were all too common the further south she went, she noticed a lot of them still talked openly. There was talk of rehabilitation, drug abuse, crises, and many more between vendors and families. She noted the common association of “holier-than-though” piety was not present along this route.

In terms of objectivity, this story wasn’t 100% objective at all. The story was pretty limited to the author’s travel through the yard sales and their personal experience of the whole event. As mentioned, I liked their observations and the way it was written, but it definitely was more of a personal recount. As for the appeal, I think it was very bizarre and out-of-the-ordinary, which is why I clicked on the article after all. Once you start reading, I think it appeals a bit more to interest and emotion, as you can’t help but feel bad for the vendors, especially in the heat and during other weather conditions.

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