Many children look back fondly on the car trips of their youth. If not fondly, then at least with a modicum of wistfulness and nostalgia. Nicholas will have a slightly different perspective:
Whether it's yard sale overflow or roadside detritus, my family knows we will probably have more "passengers" in the car than we started with. Dusty, dirty passengers.
At least they look happy about it. Must be my rendition of "Ol' Trash Picker" (sung to the tune of "Ol' Man River", with apologies to Frank Sinatra).
I think we've found some pretty good scores. Paul found this rocking chair in this practically pristine condition down the street:
He found this chippy green bureau on one of his daily 2-hour walks. Since he needed to get home to get his car, he took a drawer out and hid it behind a bush so other pickers would pass it by, seeing as it was missing a drawer! That's using your noggin', Buddy Boy! It sits proudly in Sophia's bedroom.
This cool cubby piece hangs in my studio. Found it right across the street -- it's fun to pick from your neighbors! It's a little more filled up than when I took this photo.
Here's hoping the neighbors aren't reading my blog! Wait, maybe I WANT them to be reading so they'll call me when they are throwing away perfectly good stuff. Maybe then I won't have to race that guy in the nasty green pick-up truck down the streets to the good stuff.