Three years after my father passed and the shed is falling apart, so my mom and I hunkered down in the cold weather and dissembled the handmade table he put up to hold his scenery and transported it to my house.
Once dissembled, my mom and I put it on the back of a Penske Truck along with the rest of the stuff I inherited from my Grandmother.
Now it resides in my Garage awaiting a new home for it to be resurrected. Hopefully it will not be too long before that happens. There is no room to move around in the garage.
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