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White Elephant Sale Saturday and Sunday in Fruitvale

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Who will buy? Photo from OMCA.

White elephant sales- the ultimate combination of trash and treasure!  Overflowing in possibility for the cash-strapped, collectors and pack rats and a nightmarish trip to the brink of a nervous breakdown for the fastidious and organizationally obsessed- they are as part of the American landscape as tractor pulls and taco trucks.

As a child, I loved these things because they were like chaotic versions of that warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, second only in neat-o-ness to either one of my grandparents’ garages.

Now, let’s not kid ourselves, there is the very real possibility that all you are going to come away with is a layer of dust on your body or that gross kinda-feels like-I’m-getting-a-cold feeling you get after spending too much time in a thrift store.  Then again, you could find a lost print of London After Midnight or a table that will finally fit in your tiny kitchen.

There’s only one way to find out, and if the thrill of the hunt courses through thy veins, than book passage on BART, my friend and check out the Oakland Museum Women’s Board White Elephant Sale this weekend.

Apparently the largest in these parts it promises 96,000 square feet of untold riches.  Proceeds will benefit Oakland Museum of California‘s educational programs.  They even provide free shuttles from Fruitvale BART. Rummaging has never been so convenient!

Thanks to Lauren Quinn, Oakland’s own traveling commentator, for the tip! Check out her musings on meandering at lonelygirltravels.com

Oakland Museum Women’s Board White Elephant Sale
333 Lancaster Street (@ Glascock)
[Fruitvale]
Oakland
FREE

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Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)

Stephen's early years were spent in a boxcar overlooking downtown Los Angeles. From there he moved around the state with his family before settling under the warm blanket of smog that covers suburban Southern California. Moving around led to his inability to stay in one place for very long, but San Francisco has been reeling him back in with its siren song since 1999.
By trade he pours booze, but likes to think he can write and does so occasionally for the SF Bay Guardian, Bold Italic and 7x7. He also likes to enjoy time spent in old eateries, bars and businesses that, by most standards, would have been condemned a long time ago.