We finally have a promise date from our contractor to tear down the old, tired outbuilding and replace it with a viable garage, so I’ve been laboring over the past few days, working to empty the existing structure. We have of ton of our own stuff in there——mower, tiller, chainsaw, garden stuff, but the in-laws also left stuff behind. I summoned Dr. Evil’s father over today to sort through the contents. Turns out he didn’t want the various flat tires, nor the gigantic camper cover, nor the 15 or so binders filled with research material, circa 1990. Among the various items I heaved down from the loft was a simple brown old-school suitcase. When it landed, he chuckled and said that it was the suitcase his parents sent him off to college with in the sixties. He didn’t want the it back.
I climbed down from the loft and tossed out various items, and committed others to the uncaring flames of the burn pit, but the suitcase remained. At the end of the day, as I was pulling the door shut, I spotted that old brown suitcase sitting upright on the floor and realized that I’d never toss it in the garbage, nor into the burn pit. I don’t know what will happen to it, but I’m not going to be the one to trash it.
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