Things age and start to fall down. There's an old machine shed down the way from us that has been aging - rather ungracefully lately - for a long time. The neighbor built it from wood he salvaged from the old farmhouse that was on the property when he moved there. He lived in a mobile home on the place and tore down the old house and built a machine shed. Over the years it filled up with stuff.
They're tearing it down now and over the next few days, I'll show you some of the treasures that collected there over the years. I have mixed feelings about these old places. The piles of stuff alternately result in raised eyebrows, rolled eyes and grins of appreciation.