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Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.

Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.

The Magic Curb

Strange But True, Life In Tosa

Just this past Monday some buddies and I were grilling and tipping a few brewskis and we got to talking about our experiences with the Magic Curb.

Huh?  Magic Curb?

You know what I'm talking about.  Like when you haul an old cracked commode down to the curb and you wager how long it takes before it vanishes.  In fact I was telling them I saw a toilet and tank sitting at the curb in front of the house around the corner on my way over to see them and I was looking forward to noting if it was gone when I returned home.

Anyway - we compared notes about the relative magical powers of our curbs.  These guys were telling me about ancient air conditioners, moldy office chairs and old washing machines that they hauled to their respective curbs.

The junk disappeared almost instantaneously. 

Those are some curbs with powerful Ju-Ju.

I told them about the time I hauled a couple of old busted storm doors to the curb along with a piece of wood molding that had all sorts of dangerous nails sticking out of it.

As you might have guessed - the doors disappeared - along with the molding and its scary nails.

We speculated if the Magic Curb could even make harmful coils of razor wire disappear.

And we agreed that this was entirely within the realm of its powers.

The Magic Curb is a wonderful thing - a great savior of both time and effort. 

Plus it is cheap entertainment.

And, more importantly, an efficient recycler.  The toilet and its tank were gone when I returned home.

While cutting my grass yesterday I observed my neighbor filling a trailer with his junk to haul to the Tosa dump.

I said - Hey, save yourself the trip and the gas.  Just pile your junk at the Magic Curb.  It will take care of itself.  Trust me.

He gave me a skeptical look.

So I said - Listen, I'm right about this and to prove it - watch this...

With that, I rolled a broken-down, rusted-through wheel barrow that had been shedding rust flakes and generally cluttering-up my garage down to the Magic Curb.

Here it is.

This was 4 PM.

It was gone before 5 PM.

The curb works its magic every time.

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