The Green Bin. It’s been sitting there, being moved from room to room, home to home. It has survived two or was it three hurricanes? It moved as my parents moved. It spent some time in my office. Then it moved back again to the island.
Unopened until now, a forgotten treasure trove of family photos, newspaper clippings and jokes my grandpa had saved. I’ve been procrastinating getting ready for the real world and scanning items from the Green Bin and will eventually build a gallery page on here, but for now please note my grandpa was the kind of man that would stand with his grand kids in front of a statue of a giant cow and then turn to milk the cow.