She Burned a Colonial Gateleg Table

Many years ago I bought old houses that were full of old things. When I’d sell one of the houses, I’d incorporate all the old things into my own home. And, by the way, this house is 199 years old, I bought it with the contents, and even I don’t know what’s in some of the corners in our attic. Back then I was a bachelor so I could do pretty well what I wanted. One time, when this house got so crowded with old pine bureaus that I couldn’t get into some of the rooms, out of pure desperation I advertised a lawn sale and listed some of the items to be offered. On the day of the sale, long before the sun came up --- I mean it was dark outside --- there was an antique dealer camped in my dooryard. This was brought to mind this morning when I took a large plastic bag from my wife and offered to carry it out to the trash. Knowing my wife, I untied the bag and looked inside when I got outside. Bi...
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