The old shed dating back to the Great Depression, and was part of a program where the New Deal gave them to farmers, had to be torn down, sadly after being damaged by high winds. My father and I cleaned it out last weekend to prepare for its demolition, salvaging old lumber and tools.

Weirdly, buried under a pile of straw were some jugs, with those Japanese beatles clinging to it like some sort of underground cult worship center. I got them all over me.