Cleaning out the basement over the course of this summer. Little by little. Slow and steady wins the race. We have put 4 large items out at the end of the driveway and random citizens have taken three away. When we see an item has been taken by a random citizen, we feel a sense of elation almost akin to getting gifts on Christmas morning. I veritably want to dance a jig. So far, random citizens have taken an old cruddy bicycle, a weed whacker that worked fine but we found annoying for some reason and a double adirondack chair with a broken armrest. We did have one item that no one wanted, so we drove it to Goodwill ourselves. It was an old dresser that Husbandman paid 5$ for in New York when he moved there to be a grad student. Husbandman is still shocked that no one wanted the dresser. "It was the best thing we put out there," he pondered. I'm not sure I agree with Husbandman about the relative quality of the dresser, but I do believe another old adage has evolved into truth, right in front of our very eyes and that gendered adage is this: "One man's trash is another man's treasure." There's really no way this can be disproven at this point.