Junk By Any Other Name....

     I know, I know, that's taking liberty with a famous saying.  And?  What sparked my liberty taking?  Well, it started out as a trip to the town dump, which is divided into green waste and not green waste.  I know that you are wondering, probably, what junk I took to the dump.  The problem is, or was, that I didn't have any good junk to throw away that wouldn't fit into the dumpster in the alley, which I like since I don't have to remember to put the trash out for Tuesday pickup.
     When one doesn't have good junk to throw away, what does one do?  Go to the dump with an empty truck and bring home the good junk.

     In there, that is the back of my beloved Ford F350, is the good junk I brought home.  The things that caught my eye first were all those good pallets.  Now I took a lesson from Tornado Tim, that's my son-in-law (He's an engineer, but still nice enough.) about pallet picking.  Several pallets were there so I could be extra picky, no old pallets for me, only the slightly used.  Oh, yeah.
     There were some windows from a storm door and a screen, also.  The most costly item that can just barely be seen is a solid wood exterior door, or a workbench top if you look and it the right way.  It's such a good door, I may have to use it for the front door of the house--after it's painted red, of course.

Nebraska--Less People, Less Stress