 What? Well, the funny thing is, what you think is useless junk is sometimes the stuff you sell first. At a garage sale just last week, I found a genuine bobblehead doll of Millard Fillmore. Oh, that's the president, not the druggist. You collect bobblehead dolls? Oh, no. I'm filling out a set from Uncle Quentin. Now, there's a fine. A wood sander? Still in the box? You put that up for sale, I jump on that like a duck on a Junebug.