Last Friday I gathered up the bags of clothes I so ruthlessly culled from closets and plastic bins and headed north to deliver them to the Salvation Army.
It is that time of year.
We are also going through shelves and closets and boxes of books.
They’ll be donated to the library for someone else to read and enjoy. Do you remember the thrill of finding a special book in a used bookstore or at a library book sale?
Well, it’s time to give those thrills to someone else.
At least that’s what I tell Banjo Man when he becomes overly sentimental about a fifty-year old smelly paperback.