I think I've mentioned that Dad never threw anything out. Recent finds:

• Three--yes, three--old car radios.
• The speaker for an old capehart phonograph. (For the youngsters on the list, they stopped making these before I was born. They were way before stereo. They played the old style records. Not LPs. Not even 33s. 16s. The kind that had cardboard in the center.)
• Oh, yeah. And there's stacks of those old records up on the back shelf. I haven't gotten to those, yet.
• There's actually another (not the same one the speaker came from) capehart out there too. It's fairly intact. Some of the veneer is peeling a little, though. It's just possible I might find some antiques dealer interested in that.
• Four boxes of hardware for a gazebo Dad planned to make but never did. I have no idea where the plans are, but I've got the hardware.
  

Before he died, I said I would have to go through the garage/workshop/storage room so I could figure out what was out there. Dad said, "Just light a match." I'm beginning to understand what he meant.

The biggest thing I need to move now is one of the two old tv cabinets. Actually, I don't mind these. They're cabinets from the old b/w tvs, when they made the cabinets like actual furniture. Dad took out the vaccuum tubes and such, put a plywood back on it and installed a shelf. (Of course, somewhere out there I've also got a box full of the vaccuum tubes, because you wouldn't want to throw anything away, would you?) They both made decent cabinets and I'd actually like to bring this one inside and put it in the master bathroom for some much-needed storage.

But that's another story. In order to bring the cabinet in, I've got to get the unused vanity off the wall. Two brackets, six screws. And I can't budge any of them so much as a milimeter. Dad never put anything up that he didn't mean to stay forever.

Of course, there was that time that my bathroom sink fell off the wall and almost crushed my toes. But that's another story.

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No kidding, I want to come and play in your garage! All I have is 15 yr old cans of paint.
Leslie

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Oh, I have some of those, too. In fact, I have some so old the labels have all worn off. Oil-based, too. Because Dad didn't like latex. Now, me, I'm a latex fan. Easy clean up. And you can throw the empty cans in the trash. Oil-based, I have to save up for a toxic waste event.

This means I have to figure out a way to get the Dutch door open. It's 45". Plenty of room. But it won't open more than about a foot because the concrete slab has cracked and one side of the crack is raised enough to stop the door. I'll probably have to take it off the hinges to get the table saw and the jig saw out. (While it's off the hinges, I'll cut it down by about half an inch so it will open in the future.)