People do strange things. Today I found an abandoned door with a lock on it by the path next to the blog train station. So did someone plan this? So does MasterShedDitcher's train of thought go this way? "See, I have this "hot" door and to avoid being caught in possession of said door, I have to get rid of it. So I am going to enlist my buddy Fetch to help carry it. One ridiculously rainy weekend in the dead of night we're going to drag it up the gravelly path by the station and we're going to heave it over the railing and dump it. And then hightail it out there."
This makes no sense to me. Nearby there is a stretch of land where it would be so much easier to leave the stuff, so I wonder why they went to so much trouble to ditch it where they did. Seems an odd thing to do myself, but then I don't go round dumping parts of a shed round the neighbourhood. I am wondering where the rest of it lies. Unless they stole it from someone's back garden. So that may mean it's kids messing about after several six packs of beer. I'll keep my eyes peeled for a half a shed next to a vegetable patch. Well I guess it would save money on locks for the garden shed considering there is now no door.
Of course I can't resist this. Another dead umbrella. This one looks quite forlorn with a dead transit ticket lying on top of it. I'm wondering if somewhere there is a home for deceased umbrellas. Or perhaps they could be recycled into something useful or artistic. In our rainy city we see so many. Once they have reached their useful life they get dumped - usually by the side of the blogtrain station. I see a public art project in the works, made entirely out of dead umbrellas.
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