Drinking coffee in bed while Freyja enjoyed her bottle next to me, I roamed onto craigslist at 8 a.m.
Every once in a while I check the free listings to see if there is something in my neighborhood that looks worthwhile. But if you see something, it’s usually gone already. People move fast when it comes to free things.
Something caught my eye. It was old and dirty and covered in bits of white plaster. And it was sitting on the side of the road not a mile from my apartment. That is, if no one had already taken it. The picture had only been posted half and hour ago so I threw on pants, wrapped Freyja in a blanket and jumped in the car to speed madly toward my prize.
Low and behold it was waiting for me.