beetiger

The universe has made it known in a dramatic way that the vast wasteland of not-quite-empty-enough boxes and miscellaneous stuff in the front of my garage, the stuff that tells me I've driven far enough forward by making that crunching noise when I run into it, should really be attended to sooner rather than later.

On the radio news this morning, I heard an article about the reopening of the new library at Alexandria, a place of mythically lost archaeological treasures and knowledge, perhaps revived for the modern age.

I wonder if I will find any great treasures that have been lost to the human race in my garage.