Going Once, Going Twice, Sold!
Nine o'clock on a sweltering August morning. Men wearing faded jeans and t-shirts, ball caps shading their eyes from the sun, and women in shorts and heat-wrinkled blouses mill around piles of American artifacts spread out in a large field.
They peek inside the drawers of old furniture, poke through boxes of tarnished silverware, and test the hinges of cabinet doors. But they never stray too far from the sing-song litany coming from an oversized golf cart that slowly nudges them along the rows of benches, hutches, headboards, and cabinets like a motorized sheepdog. It's Wednesday morning at Dixon's Auction in Crumpton. As much a part of the Eastern Shore as a speedtrap on Rt. 50, the dealers, sellers, bargain seekers, and sightseers gather here each week for the day-long auction.
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