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Market Forces in the Everyday

The world has been busy at the production of "stuff"---too busy in fact. This is taught to us everyday for those of us who are trying to divest ourselves of our "stuff", which has been collected over many years and now has to go---not sure to where, but has to go.

Of course, all of this is too good to junk, but not good enough for a high end auction.  In between are the large number of other outlets like donation to charity, yard sale, gifting, etc.
But, the question always arises:  What is this thing worth?  The answer is important to most, because if this "thing" is worth a lot, its a candidate for selling.  If not, then its a giveaway or charitable donation.

The reality is that most of what is treasured is worth very little, all do to the phenomenon of over production. Like, who needs another cookbook?  As a case in point, we assisted yesterday with the semiannual FOL book sale. On the front door, the first day of the sale we posted the sign:  ALL COOKBOOKS 4 for $1.  Wow, that's a price for the last day of the book sale, not the first day.  But, come inside and see whats there: One whole table row of cookbooks two books deep, 60 feet long, all cookbooks.  Many of these, (perhaps most) were donated to the FOL book sale by one person---their lifelong collection.  Four for a dollar---think about it.  The ink on the page cost more than that.

So, what goes out first?

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