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And what stuff it was!
Prices ranged from 50 cents for the Sally Fitz Corncob Pipe to $250 for the Sally Fitz Sofa. There was plenty to chose from in between, including the Sally Fitz Exercise Bicycle ($100), an extensive collection of Sally Fitz Bric-a-brac (50 cents and up), and a basket of Sally Fitz Decorative Scarves (modestly priced from $1 to $5 apiece). Also offered was a rack of Sally Fitz Fine Fashionables (dresses, size four!) and a tableful of Sally Fitz Jewelry.
Though the merchandise outclassed typical yard-sale fare, it wasn't much of a drawing card compared to Sally Fitz herself. Locally legendary for her breathless delivery of Channel 7's glitz-and-gore newscasts, the anchorwoman hadn't envisioned the 9:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. event as an extravaganza when she invited neighbors over to comb through her castoffs. But after columnist Joan Fleischman publicized the sale -- and Fitz's North Bay Road address -- in Friday's Miami Herald, it was Sally-bar-the-door. Browsers pawed through the pickings as nonchalantly as possible, their eyes invariably scanning the landscape, searching for a flicker of the famed La Fitz. Whispers of "Where's Sally?" dominated the bargain-hunting banter.
Not surprisingly, Fitz spent most of the day inside her house, pricing batches of clothes and knickknacks before they were hauled out to the tables. This didn't deter 71-year-old Sam Davis from ferreting her out, even though it took him a few tries.
"Hi, are you Sally?" Davis inquired of one woman, as the crowd around him tittered. The faux-Fitz happily informed the retired service station owner that he might have better luck in the front yard. "A little-bitty thing," the woman said helpfully.
"A little-bitty thing," Davis repeated. "Okay, I'll look for a little-bitty thing. Evelyn," he said, locating his wife amid the throng, "they say she's up front. We have to look for a little-bitty thing." As he strode past the tables filled with Fitz-ware, Davis gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "I don't want any of this stuff," he declared. "I just want a picture of Sally."
Davis's luck didn't seem to be improving in the front yard, until the camera-wielding retiree approached a well-groomed man. "Excuse me sir," Davis ventured, failing to realize he was talking to Fitz's husband Michael Morrison. "I'd like to get a picture of Sally." Morrison promptly ran into the house and fetched his wife, who emerged obligingly with a big smile. As the couple posed, Davis instructed, "Say 'cheese' or 'sex.'"
"Sex!" Morrison called out as Davis snapped.
"Very funny," Fitz chided, then dashed back inside.
Only a diehard Fitz aficionado would go to such trouble. Well, sort of. "I know she's on TV," said Davis as he and Evelyn walked to their car, their mission accomplished. "But other than that, I really don't know who she is. We're here visiting, and my cousin said I had to come and get a picture of Sally. I'm really not sure why."
Most of those in attendance, however, said they'll miss Fitz. "I've always liked Sally," offered yard-sale browser Toni. "I mean, I don't really know her, I've just seen her on TV."
"Sanchez is all right," chimed in Toni's friend Helen. "But he's not my favorite. I like that Kelley Mitchell."
"She's on 4," said Toni.
"No," Helen said. "She's on 7. You know who else I really like -- I like that little Kelly Craig. I'm very upset Channel 4 got rid of her. I do not like that Michelle Gillen person."
As Toni and Helen debated the merits of various television personalities, Fitz was led by a potential customer to a four-piece patio set marked at $75. "That's too much," the man protested. "Look at that rust!"
"It's not rust," Fitz corrected. "It's aluminum."
"Sally," the man pleaded, as if they were old friends. "Can't you do something on the price?"
"Fifty dollars," Fitz responded.
Unsatisfied, the man commenced to criticize the condition of the small table that accompanied the set. "I'll have to put a new top on this," he sighed. "How about $40?"
"Nope," Fitz said, "$50 is as low as I'll go." With that she wheeled and started back toward the house, only to be accosted by a woman waving a blouse.
"What is this made of?" the woman asked. "Is it polyester?"
Fitz felt the fabric and concluded that it was indeed a synthetic material.
"Oh," the woman responded. "If it's polyester, then I don't want it."
Fitz smiled, took the garment from the woman's hands, and continued back to the house.
"Come on, Sally!" the patio furniture man called out. "What about $40?"
By then Fitz was gone.
"I think I'm going to have a garage sale," offered another customer. "I have better stuff than this."