Saturday, November 17, 2007
Nails. Roofing nails. Sheetrock nails.
With and without heads. With funny little grooves.
Short, long, featherweight, thunky.
I don't need any of these nails which live
in my basement. I have on my desk a small
compartmentalized plastic box of picture-hanging nails
which I purchased at Lowe's, which I use. Probably
enough in that box to last my lifetime. But the thousands
of nails in my basement sit in their rumpled paper bags
or their Folgers cans, doing nothing. I don't want them.
Today I brought my neighbor a glass punch cup
filled with many sizes of nails. She told me that she
needed one the other day, and had none. So now, she, too,
has a lifetime supply. I don't do garage sales. I don't
post on Craig's list. Do you want some nails?