You know what they say: Someone's junk is another's treasure.
Well, that's the way I feel about used CDs. I cannot go by a yard sale or second-hand shop without getting the urge to investigate. And it usually does a number on my pocket change.
My reasoning goes like this: Why pay top dollar for good music when I can buy it for a fraction of the cost? And support a charity to boot.
The other day found me inside Ruth's House, a modest, well-kept outlet that carries good stuff cheap. Proceeds and wares help out church groups. What you spend there goes toward nurturing the less fortunate. They shop there, too. A bargain is a bargain, no matter who you are.
Hey, I like a good buy as well as the next person. They don't know me. I don't know them. As I'm working on this column, I'm listening to a pleasant mistake. One of the CDs I picked up was inside a jacket that proclaimed Viennese music with Andre Rieu. Two discs. One dollar.
Well, it was half right. The other disc happened to be some of the best music ever composed from movies and the stage. Had I seen it in a department store, I probably would have purchased the same for $15.
My problem is this. With all the CDs I've purchased over the years, room is running out. I've got them stacked upon stacks. Could be I have two of the same in some cases. So, I've stumbled upon a plan that brings added joy.
I pass them on to family and friends. Like the movie, "Pay It Forward."
"Here you go, a gift from yours truly. Enjoy."
That makes two of us smiling for a buck. Okay, so one of the jackets came up empty. The clerk at the desk checked each of the contents and told me what I didn't want to hear.