2006may28. The other day my friend and I loaded up a truck of olde crap and drove out to the dump. It’s very small – it’s actually run inside a Starbucks. Ha ha, generic Starbucks size joke. The front-loaders at the dump get in the way when you’re trying to back up into the space and they cross-talk direct you even though you’d think they’d have it down after doing it for years and years. “Go over there, by the truck.” “Go over here, not by the truck.” “Drive around in circles, sing campfire songs backward with a Russian accent.” So we’re unloading the truck, carelessly tossing stuff onto the big trash pile which is then pushed into a bigger trash pile and then that trash pile wins. We’ve got crazy footing, stepping all over the place. We finished throwing all the stuff on the pile, and my friend looks down and between the two of us on the ground is a vase. He kind of likes it. My friend is a guy with an eye for vases. He picks it up, and there are no chips or cracks in this thing. Back home, he “connects” with the “interweb” and discovers that it is a ~1923 Roseville Lily Zephyr Vase, worth about $140. He’s keeping it. When’s the last time you threw out $140? I call my friend the vase whisperer now, he’s like the alpha vase and every other [falls asleep mid-aside]
