It’s not uncommon for me to get emails and texts that look like this…

And say “Junk around the corner”. That’s all. I love my trash pickin conscientious friends and family.

It is up to me to decipher from the grainy photo if I should drop everything to go see the curbside loot for myself and decide if it has a chance at a rebirth.

In this case, I asked some probing follow-up questions and got another one liner back: “Looked damaged.” I assumed the worst. Water damage.  And kicked my shoes off. Darn. I had my eye on that chest of drawers back there too. I mentally picked out a paint color already. And drawer pulls. If only I had room to add the wrought iron table to the hoard.  Not today.