local TV celebs, trash day, we're all over the map
Many years ago in J'ville lore, there was a female newscaster and male sportscaster working for the same station. He was a graduate of the University of Florida, and she of Florida State...bitter rivals. Yet somehow, they fell in love and married. All was right with the world. They were a well known couple about town, spotted at big time functions everywhere...until...trouble in paradise. The newscaster was more of an athlete than the sports guy (strange but true) and they had other differences. The weather guy at the same station, however, was a blond haired surfer dude who ran races and captured the newscaster's heart (and at one time many years ago was the subject of a nasty gerbil rumor). After a few bitter divorces and remarriages, the newscaster and weather guy live happily ever after...at least for now. Sportscaster's new wife, strangely enough, is not an employee of the station.
Somewhere in all that bitter divorce and remarriage stuff, weather guy and his ex-wife had an estate sale...which is the real estate phrase for yard sale. The wife...had to go. She wanted to pick through weather guy's stuff, and when the dust settled, I had to find a way to transport weather guy's patio furniture to our house. We did all that, but the table now sits in the garage with stuff all over it, and little by little the rest has seen better days. The last two chairs sat on our front porch, and got considerable use over the last few years.
Well, in the last week, we've had our house repainted, and the wife decided those chairs have to go. She wants to get rockers for the porch..and we eventually will. In her desire to clean up a little, she also decided my old bicycle...the one I started training with last year before I bought the new one, which has seen absolutely no use since, needs to go too.
Today is trash day, so last night I put the cans on the curb, and moved the old chairs and bike out there with them, and came in and said, "Five bucks says those chairs and bike disappear by morning."
We aren't the only ones experiencing this phenomenon, are we? Somebody knows when trash day is in our neighborhood. They troll the streets in the early morning darkness, looking for...stuff they can use? stuff that might sell on eBay? I'm not sure, but they do. When they finish their cruise through the streets surrounding stately Lumberyard manor, shit disappears. I guess in a way it's a good thing. It's like recycling without a whole lot of effort. It's just amusing. That bike is over 20 years old, and it has no seat, because I bought a nice gel seat for it last year when I was riding it, and this year the youngster wanted it, so I put it on his bike. Yet, somebody took it. They took the chairs too, which...if the wife would have taken the bet, would make me five dollars richer. She was smarter than that though.
Somewhere in all that bitter divorce and remarriage stuff, weather guy and his ex-wife had an estate sale...which is the real estate phrase for yard sale. The wife...had to go. She wanted to pick through weather guy's stuff, and when the dust settled, I had to find a way to transport weather guy's patio furniture to our house. We did all that, but the table now sits in the garage with stuff all over it, and little by little the rest has seen better days. The last two chairs sat on our front porch, and got considerable use over the last few years.
Well, in the last week, we've had our house repainted, and the wife decided those chairs have to go. She wants to get rockers for the porch..and we eventually will. In her desire to clean up a little, she also decided my old bicycle...the one I started training with last year before I bought the new one, which has seen absolutely no use since, needs to go too.
Today is trash day, so last night I put the cans on the curb, and moved the old chairs and bike out there with them, and came in and said, "Five bucks says those chairs and bike disappear by morning."
We aren't the only ones experiencing this phenomenon, are we? Somebody knows when trash day is in our neighborhood. They troll the streets in the early morning darkness, looking for...stuff they can use? stuff that might sell on eBay? I'm not sure, but they do. When they finish their cruise through the streets surrounding stately Lumberyard manor, shit disappears. I guess in a way it's a good thing. It's like recycling without a whole lot of effort. It's just amusing. That bike is over 20 years old, and it has no seat, because I bought a nice gel seat for it last year when I was riding it, and this year the youngster wanted it, so I put it on his bike. Yet, somebody took it. They took the chairs too, which...if the wife would have taken the bet, would make me five dollars richer. She was smarter than that though.
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