Don't buy new when used will do

I've been thinking about what's left behind when someone leaves us. Those physical accumulations, stuff to make our life easier; practical or whimsical. Personal stuff nobody else would want or use, personal stuff that we want to keep as a remembrance. Mom gave me a Carhartt jacket which we had given to Dad a few years ago for Christmas. I can't look at it or wear it without remembering.
We haven't really sorted through what's left, there's plenty of room and plenty of time to do it later. What we'll find is an accumulation of things that just sort of appeared. Dad didn't do much shopping, he happened across people who had something to sell, and he happened to be ready to buy. Golf clubs, cars, tools, mowers, farm equipment, horses, all just made their way home with him. Not one to crow about a good deal, he was pretty happy to find something he could really use or sell at the store at a profit. Customers would come into the store, walk by all the new tools, and spend time and money on used stuff.
Everyone likes to feel they made a good deal, from the garage sale proprietor, to the fancy car buyer who is sure he has outwitted the car salesman who sells a dozen cars a week. Some people shop at high end department stores, not just for the goods they'll bring home, but for the feeling that they are being catered to by the lush surroundings, lighting, packaging, and the sense of the smell of new clothes, the carefully folded shirt with pins and labels. It's such a disappointment to find the minimum wage clerks in multimillion dollar surroundings, there just to ring up your purchase and waiting only for their shift to end and time to go home. Sure, there are exceptions, but you'll find the best service and the best conversation at the jumble shop, the thrift store where we reuse and recycle what someone else no longer has a need for.