As a result of the divorce a year ago, combined with another disaster in October that I don't want to talk about (involving a basement, a broken pipe, raw sewage, and big guys with big jackhammers), I have begun the task of Cleaning The Basement. I tend to not go down there much, except on weekends to do laundry, and over the years it has become a kind of catch-all for the abandoned trappings of the lives of the three people who used to live here together. As I move dusty, brittle corrugated... read more
