old friends, they shine like diamonds
old friends, you can always call
old friends, lord you can’t buy ’em
you know it’s old friends after all
— the prophet guy clark
Going through stuff to throw out. Keep nothing you haven’t used in the last year. Must be ruthless. No room for sentimentality.
And then i come across these guys. Oh, well. Maybe i’ll just toss my dress shoes to make room for them. I almost never wear a dress anyhow.
And yes, they still smell really, really bad.
They look like perfectly viable planter boxes to me. AZ can use more flowers. And they already smell like fertilizer.
Moving really does STINK!
So I guess using them a bookends is a bad idea. Good thing they went.