09/06/2026
A few yard sale rules I’ve learned over the years:
Always stop, even if it looks like they have nothing. Last summer, there was a small table with maybe twenty books. One of them had Slimetime: A Guide to Sleazy, Mindless Movies for 10 cents. Another time, I found Tinto Brass’s exploitation film Salon Kitty (1976) mixed in with a bunch of mainstream movies. If there’s nothing interesting, just pet their dog and enjoy being outside in the nice weather. Most sellers know it’s all junk and are just happy someone showed up to look.
You don’t collect kids’ movies? Look in the box anyway. Once I found Ralph Bakshi’s Fritz the Cat (1972). It was hard not to laugh knowing the parents apparently put this explicitly adult animated film in the player for the kids and walked away to do chores.
This weekend, an older lady with just a few dresses and some knitted items had only two DVDs: Jeepers Creepers 2 (2003), about people trapped on a bus with a monster outside, and Martin Scorsese’s four-hour documentary No Direction Home: Bob Dylan (2005). I grabbed them both.
There are also a lot of the same movies over and over, like Twilight (2008) and The Fast and the Furious (2001). But if you’re patient, after a few stops a gem eventually comes along. This weekend it was the American-made Karla (2006), the true-crime drama about notorious couple Karla Homolka and Paul Bernardo. At the time of its release, the movie was extremely controversial, with Canadian politicians calling for a boycott. Misha Collins later expressed regret about making the film after meeting one of Bernardo’s surviving victims.
Poorer neighborhoods can have better stuff. Rich folks tossed their Hollywood crap in the garbage years ago and switched to streaming, while budget-minded households still appreciate inexpensive DVDs and books for entertainment. Downtown this weekend, I found a couple of Graham Hancock books I’d been looking for and a copy of Hubert Selby Jr.’s Requiem for a Dream.
My biggest problem is grabbing doubles. For any serious collector of music, books, comics or movies, the app for keeping track of everything is CLZ. Unfortunately, crouching in front of a crate while searching titles on your phone looks a little odd. Before you even do that, ask the price first. Get it locked in before they start thinking they should put those Disney VHS clamshells back inside for another twenty years—or raise the price on you. And in case you’re wondering, your Black Diamond's are pretty much worthless.
Sometimes I know it’s a double and just can’t leave it behind for 50 cents. This weekend it was the Brazilian classic City of God (2002), about a young photographer growing up amid the escalating violence of Rio de Janeiro, and Bill Cosby: Himself (1982). I think part of me grabs these things just to save them from the landfill, because that’s probably where they’re headed after the sale. I store them in my crawlspace until the day I’ve finally had enough and have a sale of my own.
Other times I grab titles I don't really need just so the seller doesn’t have to break a bill. This week it was Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (2006) and Look Who’s Talking (1989), just to make it easier to grab Tenacious D: The Complete Masterworks (2002) without waiting for change.
And finally, the last rule I always forget:
CHECK THE DISCS. 🤦♂️