Thursday, June 11, 2009
A treasure at the curb
Howard found a coat rack at the curb and we picked it up for Big Blue. That is Howard above with our find.
I should have taken a picture of him carrying it down Delaware Avenue. Ha, ha! It was right after work with all these people around! But zut alors, I did not think of it. I was walking along thinking of, oh, I don't know, Leonard Pennario probably.
Today I am thinking of great things I own that are garbage-picked. There are a few!
My friend Diane gave me a set of Limoges dinner plates that her husband found in the garbage. They are beautiful!
My sister Katie gave me a set of Japanese dishes with gold around the edges and pictures of peacocks. They are garbage-picked! She also gave me an ancient doctor's book she found in a box by the curb. It is Volume 24, Diseases of the Liver.
I myself am not a hard-core garbage picker. I am too shy. Once in a while, though, you know how it goes, things come your way. Once on Richmond Avenue I garbage picked a big plant. It lived on for another 10 years in my apartment.
Still that could hardly be considered a big score. Howard, on the other hand, almost attained pro status with his find. Carrying his prize down Delaware Avenue for all the world to see.
My hat is off to him!
I think I'll hang it right on the rack.