Ahoy Matey!

By Jim Hagarty
2013
This weekend has been “treasure days” in my town. We put stuff on the curb and people can take it for free. And we can drive around and pick up other people’s stuff at the same price. That is how I ended up, a few years ago, with a perfectly good pop fridge. Apparently, rusty bicycles have been elevated to treasures this year as I managed to get rid of three of them on Saturday. There was more rust on them than on the Titanic and none of the six tires would hold any air. The first two I stood up on their own on the grassy boulevard and they were gone in 15 minutes. The other wouldn’t stand on its own so I propped it against a nearby tree, thinking people would know it was up for grabs. But apparently they didn’t. So, I got two garden stakes, drove them into the boulevard with a sledgehammer and stood the bike up between them. It was gone in 10 minutes. And so was a huge headache for me. Yippee!

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.