Well, the lovely Miss Jane and some of the girls (that's what she calls them) have gone to Dallas to visit a modern art (that's what she calls it) museum.

I am home alone.

When she left I was in the shop/garage repositioning some of my treasures (that's NOT what she calls it) while trying hard to not trash my nearly useless spinal column ..... again.

Now, Jane is a sweet, soft-spoken "woman of few words" but I learned a long time ago that when she does speak I dang well better listen. As she was walking out to the Chevy she softly suggested that we try to sell of some of this stuff (except she didn't say stuff) pretty soon.

Translation: GET RID OF A BUNCHA THIS CRAP OR I'LL PUT IT IN A GARAGE SALE. IF IT WON'T SELL IT'S GOING OUT BESIDE THE ROAD WITH A "TAKE IT" SIGN ON IT".

That, friend Dave, should tell you what I'm doing this weekend.

Jim