Somewhere around 1960, my parents bought me a pine dresser. It lasted through my childhood. At one point, I painted it blue. Eventually, when Jim, Leslie and I moved Massachusetts, I retrieved the dresser from my parents and gave it to Leslie.
Since it was a pine dresser, it really wasn’t meant to last for 45 years. It’s been falling apart for a few years. So, since we’re moving, Jim and I are getting new dressers, and I’m giving my current dresser (which I think had been Jim’s grandmother’s) to Leslie.
Before I put the pine dresser out for the garbage collectors, I noticed we’d both signed the same drawer: