Back to topic: Our landfill has strict anti-salvage rules and if I pick up anything and put it in my truck they are likely to come visit me. They have cameras everywhere to make sure someone doesn't sneak something hazardous into the wrong place. I've been tempted a few times but I've respected that rule.
And then there is also the property manager here, whose opprobrium for "junk" must be respected. After all, she has red hair.
So, salvage for me is limited to keeping our own stuff from going to the landfill in the first place. That is something she respects.
One bit of salvage: The local German beer tent (not a tent, of course) closed--the property was being remodeled and the rent was going up. We were able to liberate several of the items in that establishment before all that was left was hauled off, for a nominal sum. The main item was a foosball table, complete with all the patina of having been in a pub for 30 years, including duct-tape repairs to the ball-return ductwork on the underside. It does not appear that it has been the receptacle of choice for unanticipated reflux of too much beer, thank goodness. But all the other bar-funk is happily present. I had resisted obtaining a foosball table for many years--I'm no good at it and my wife's (the one with red hair) earnest desire to have one was limited by her frugal nature, and by the generally garbage construction one finds for residential-grade game equipment. This one was the perfect storm, and obtaining it was received by her as ranking right up there with fine jewelry in Gift Bonus Points. Building the new shop during Covid has made many things possible, including the subject of this forum, and the prior space is now where the foosball table sits. My salvage activity, other than fetching it before they locked the door, was reviving the duct-tape repair with fresh duct tape. There was and will be no real cleaning. One does not mess with tradition.
But I still miss the establishment--they always had a selection of excellent German lagers and pilsners that are at the highly drinkable end of the liquid bread axis, unlike the I-can-pretend-I-like-more-bitter-beer-than-you IPAs popular with the young'uns at other establishments. But, of course, I'd still rather have the liquid bread after it has been further distilled into Scotch whisky.
Rick "moderator: I see what you did there
" Denney