The click of the pool cue behind closed doors ceases. For insiders it’s the signal that the annual magic is about to begin, while the pool table takes on new life as the collection center for goods coming from every point of the Monterey compass.
Everybody knows the drill. Treasures of all descriptions, soon to see a change in ownership, are sorted into categories, packed into boxes, and eventually transported to assigned counter space. The clubhouse becomes a warehouse: couches, tables, and chairs; coats and shirts; toasters and radios; beads and earrings; lamps and golf bags all find a space to await the big day, when, in a span of four hours, it will all disappear, and a huge pile of dollar bills will take its place.
It’s the “Second Time Around Sale,” a high holiday at Monterey in which virtually everybody has a role that is repeated year after year, yet is never quite the same as the year before. Everyone’s home contains at least one treasured object found and purchased at this remarkable event, and everyone’s thinking is trained on the potential sales value of whatever has outlived its usefulness.
Think you’re seen everything? Not unless you’ve seen Monterey on the first Saturday of February.