The Truth

Sol Lewitt

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.