Unfinished Music
I find myself drawn to hidden corners. Here, a large cabinet blocks direct access to the piano. From the side, though, I see the row of ivory keys, a century old, highlighted by a window at the end of the … Continue reading
I find myself drawn to hidden corners. Here, a large cabinet blocks direct access to the piano. From the side, though, I see the row of ivory keys, a century old, highlighted by a window at the end of the … Continue reading
In 1978, United Artists released Kenny Roger’s album “The Gambler.” It went on to sell millions of copies, and solidified the country singer’s position as a major artist of the late ’70s and early ’80s. This copy rested on a … Continue reading
An easy trashout means two things: not much debris (and certainly nothing heavy, like a pool table or a chest freezer), and a relatively clean house. This was an easy trashout: a few couches and chairs, a couple of boxes … Continue reading
Today’s photo contest isn’t as evident as some of the past ones, so I’ll offer you a clue: Salt and ice Would make things nice For connoisseurs of old. Today these coils Will almost boil To keep libations cold. … Continue reading
I know what it is, but I don’t know how it works. This dinosaur from offices past was forgotten in a bedroom in the suburbs. It’s a Victor adding machine, a mechanical precursor to the calculator. I had previously only … Continue reading
At the house with the sketchy frog in the basement, this plastic pup stayed upstairs. He didn’t seem particularly ferocious; indeed, he sought refuge in the shadow of a hymnal. Ten dollars proved to rich for this piece of… well, … Continue reading
While taking photos of an old farm house in southern Minnesota today, I came across these drawers in an outbuilding. I can’t figure out what the heck they were for. These drawers aren’t in a barn, but rather a small … Continue reading
Doing property checks the other day, I came across a mid-1950s-vintage home with a custom basement. I’d be willing to bet that Sputnik had not yet entered space when this beauty was conjured up. The Northwoods-themed wall mural was a … Continue reading
I went and checked out a job in a first-ring suburb the other day. It was mostly piles of junk: clothes, odd pieces of lumber, dirty blinds, dusty brik-a-brak. It wasn’t a truly fascinating trashout like this one or this … Continue reading
I had to leave the office for a while yesterday to check out a possible excessive trashout and check if an abandoned vehicle was free to be towed away. In the end, the trashout was not excessive, and the vehicle … Continue reading
