Junk

One person's junk really is another person's (my) treasure. And there are a few times when my husband's job at the after school program working with mostly very disadvantaged kids comes in handy. Like when we get to go to the SLC Arts Festival or Raging Waters for free. Or tonight, when he called me from work and asked me to bring the car over, because today is the lucky day every year when the Salt Lake Airport drops off all the junk from their lost and found at the Sorenson Center. This is mostly so that the children can take advantage of the coats, clothing and other items that they might need. But there were many, many things that the children did not need, that we definitely developed a need for very quickly when we saw them. Like the 7 megapixel digital camera, the digital photo frame, the tempurpedic travel pillow, the brand new suitcase and electric razor, the plastic baggie full of quarters, the portable hand-held TV, and the brand-new women's size small Marmot rain jacket (yay! it was even raining today). Of course, there was a lot of real junk too, and some verrrry interesting finds. I think a lot of the stuff was removed or confiscated at security. There were a lot of belts. I know airport security is a big deal now since 9/11, but really, must we seize baby bottles with formula in them? And I did feel sorry for the poor diabetic person who somehow became separated from their glucometer, insulin, and syringes. But it was a great treasure hunt for us!