On the first weekend of every August for the past 27 years, locals have set up alongside antiques vendors, filling yards, parking lots and fields along the route with goods for sale.
With wind speeds of 170 mph, it snapped trees and shredded homes, filling yards and pastures with twisted metal, scraps of wood and pink insulation.
You probably are not thinking of a suitcase, hidden under a bed, filled with yards upon yards of brightly printed cotton.
There was one orange, one lime, one grapefruit, and the blossoms and fruit filled the yard with fragrance and color.
Old tires and junk filled the yard; the structure seemed far too small to contain all the children in the family.
"Last year we got by fine, and this year we barely got by," she said, searching through the items that filled her yard.
He stopped, and a strange lambency filled the yard, and, lo, by some odd trick of light, he seemed to have tears in his eyes.
In the background, a workman's chorus filled the yard: a handsaw planing a log beam; a generator humming and catching; the groan of a giant diesel truck idling.
John Koth, one of the street workers then took Mr. Stone, a short; round man with a Ronald Coleman‐style mous tache, through a dank alley way at 576 Fox into a trash filled back yard.
The program cost the county $468,433 last year, which was offset by selling the capacity at the Peekskill incinerator that would have been filled with yard waste to private haulers at market rates.
