The Magic Curb

When I lived in the naked city I periodically made use of the magic curb.

Magic curb you say?   Unfamiliar with the term?  

Here's how it works.

Let's say that you have something you want to get rid-of and you don't want to haul it to the dump or pay someone else to take it away.  This could be just about anything - old window frames, a rusted-out wheel barrow, a dehumidifier that makes an annoying vibration - just about anything.  Haul it to the curb and just like magic it disappears.  Before too long someone will come along and coveting your junk - they will appropriate it.  Trust me - this works.  All of the fore-mentioned items have been disposed-of by means of conjuring.

Once upon a time my previous Tosa next door neighbor hauled a ginormous, broken-down and busted, gas grill to his magic curb.  Within only a few hours a diminutive man with a pick-up truck full  of metal junk materialized.  I watched in amazement as he single handedly muscled that grill into the back of the truck.

Of course you must be respectful of the magic curb's ju ju.  Another friend was cutting his grass one Saturday and he left his mower near the sidewalk to take a quick pee and grab a glass of water.  By the time he returned the mower was gone!  But that's another story.

The magic curb works even if you have no curb.  Living in the country we've no curb - only a deep and wide ditch.  Nevertheless the magic persists.  

I rolled four old office chairs I've wanted to discard down to the end of the driveway.  And I primed the pump with some homemade advertising.  Within hours they were gone!

Just like magic.