The auctioneer started at 7 a.m. I stood by Harold’s truck and watched strangers bid on his tractor, his baler, his tools, forty years of iron and sweat sold to cover hospital debt. A man I didn’t know bid on every lot. Every single one.
The auctioneer started calling lots at seven sharp. I stood by Harold’s truck with my hands shoved in my coat pockets and watched a man I had never seen before …
The auctioneer started at 7 a.m. I stood by Harold’s truck and watched strangers bid on his tractor, his baler, his tools, forty years of iron and sweat sold to cover hospital debt. A man I didn’t know bid on every lot. Every single one. Read More