… is another man’s treasure. An old saying, its etymology has been lost in time. But the truth behind the saying is as valid now as ever and forms the basis of much of the reuse/recycle ethic of today.
I manage a small library run out of our community centre and every so often it’s necessary to cull the collection, removing duplicate or damaged titles and clearing out copies that, for a variety of reasons, are of no further interest to the library’s users. However there is still a lot of life in these books so they are then donated to a recycle shop that will sell them to raise funds for the local hospital. They love to get books because they are always good sellers, bring people into the shop, and generate a significant amount of revenue.
So it was that one recent day, after dropping off four large boxes containing dozens of books I did a bit of browsing amongst the wares in the shop and found a few treasures of my own. Along with a bag of new-to-me books (have to replenish the stock somehow) I also managed to score some old DVDs, including a copy of Some Like It Hot with Marilyn Monroe, which just may appear on the marquee for an upcoming movie night.
You just never know what you’re going to find, which is what makes browsing in second-hand stores so much fun. Besides, with a couple of feet of snow still on the ground, what else are you gonna do?