Or worse, maybe you spotted me. In which case, let me explain. I haven't always been this way. Day One of The Hunt I wake up early and am on the freeway with my friend, a neophyte to this type of hunt, heading towards our prey at full speed. An hour and a half later we exit the freeway into another world.
Cars stretch for miles, parked end to end on either side of a two-lane highway.
As we get two miles from the center of the action men and women crowd the highway on foot, pushing shopping carts and baby carriages piled high with bags. Shuttle buses careen in and out of the area rushing the other hunters in and out of the center of action. Hand-written signs appear on every block now, beckoning the less adventurous hunters to park their vehicles for five dollars. As we walk towards Main Street I explain the strategy to my friend. A Find is a collector's item that has not yet been snatched up by antique dealers.