Here’s something that doesn’t happen every day.
We’re at Bob Hope’s house on a Saturday morning. Because we can, that’s why.
There’s a yard sale. His kids (or grand kids, or great grand kids) are selling his stuff. For charity.
We pass on the “Natural Care” hair dryer from 1961 and the “AcuVibe” foot massager from 1978. (Yes, it’s called an “AcuVibe.” It’s a foot massager. Or so I’m led to believe. Though, I’m suspicious.)
We grab a few items for the Christmas tree. The check out line is an hour long. We spend 35 bucks on junk.
But, we bought a piece of Hollywood history.
Dear Bob: Thanks for the memories for my little girls.