There’s a new craze sweeping America these days.
It’s called “Set stuff you don’t want any more out at the curb in front of your house and it’ll be gone before you can say one person’s rejects are another person’s treasures.”
The other day my son-in-law Tom and my grandchildren Nick and Morgan spent an afternoon cleaning out the super-cluttered attic in my garage.
Tom said I should set all those useless things out in front of my house and they would be gone by morning.
“Nobody will want this junk,” I said to myself as I hit the sack that night but the next morning I took Tom’s advice and set a few of those useless items out in front of the house and then I headed to work.
As it turned out, I was wrong.
When I came home that evening five, maybe six of those items were gone.
“Hey,” I told myself, “This is really cool.”
Not everything was gone, of course. Two wood dining room chairs that looked for all the world like maybe they had been used to seat guests at The Last Supper were still there, as were dozens of other ugly, broken or otherwise totally useless items.
But, hey, I thought to myself, if those other things were gobbled up by passersby maybe all of the stuff will also disappear in a day or two or maybe three years.
That’s when I did a quick inventory just so I’d know which things were missing if more were removed from the pile.
The truth is, it isn’t much.
A lawn chair here, a piece of wall paneling here.
If you need some old cardboard, hey, I’ve got it.
If you are just dying to have a broken alarm clock, I’m your boy.
I also have a few magazines whose pages long ago turned yellow, three broken gardening tools, five well-used pillow cases and a paperback novel that long ago lost its cover.
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