Gus and the next door neighbor boy, Lalo, set up a stand to sell rocks they foraged from the hill behind the house. $50 each. Then they threw in some recently out-grown pairs of shoes as a line extension. They never actually stood at the cart but left a jar on the side in case someone wanted to buy something while they were off playing.
For some reason, they didn’t make much. Gus thinks it was to do with location, location, location.