tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730456889587683571.post8046245978816832919..comments2024-03-06T20:22:36.883-07:00Comments on Wandering Solo: Life for SaleNancy Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08453001361949876150noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730456889587683571.post-63733241283111447952009-02-07T11:16:00.000-07:002009-02-07T11:16:00.000-07:00I know what you're feeling. It's kinda sad. I he...I know what you're feeling. It's kinda sad. I held on to a lot of old furniture my dad had given me when I moved out west. Slowly over time I got rid of most of it. There are two items I will not get rid of: my grandfather's office chairs, my grandfather's mounted sailfish. Still here. Will always have them. But, for example, and old dining room table that I grew up eating dinner on as a kid, and that my dad said was a civil war map table (and therefore a historical relic)... Just got rid of it last year. Mpved that thing around with me in u-hauls from sate to state for nearly a decade. Finally let it go.joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10593367986287506833noreply@blogger.com