We and our neighbors put out for roadside pickup items we wish to discard. From a neighbor’s curb I pluck a bookcase, smuggling it eagerly atop a wheelbarrow into the basement beneath my home. Another neighbor left as pickings for others a trio of acoustic guitars: some broken, others capable of repair. Sarah and I enjoy gleaning. We’ve happened upon many treasures over the years, each new find prompting remembrance of treasures past.