
why you always, always ask…
The other day, I was working at the studio without a car, so I needed my dad to give me a ride home. We had a bag of trash to drop off at the dumpster and, on the way there, something caught my eye. It sort of looked like a large, wood box…maybe something on its side? It was just sitting on the ground next to the building across the street. Either way, it caught my eye and deserved a closer inspection. I asked my dad to drive by it slowly on the way back and he did. I saw bead board and old wood… “I think it’s a counter! Let me out!” I jumped out of the truck and walked around the piece. It was a counter with bead board sides and a wood top. What in the world was it doing sitting on the concrete next to a









