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My husband came home the other day long enough to grab my keys and take off again in my car. As his truck is in temporary garage prison waiting for the new driveway to set… this did not bode well.

As I suspected, he returned home with something we did not need.

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Why did he buy a Lane cedar chest dated 1943?

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Because it was $20 at a yard sale up the road….

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And he had visions of reselling it for 6 times what he paid.

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The fact that it was for sale at a low price because no one wants or uses Lane cedar chests anymore never crossed his mind.

Undeterred by my cynicism, he spent an hour polishing it and then loaded it back in my car with a small assortment of miscellaneous crap he thought he could sell at a flea market. Early the next morning he drove an hour and a half south, paid $20 to rent a table, sat in the heat until 3:00pm, and drove an hour and a half back home…. with the Lane cedar chest and the majority of his crap still in my car.

Ever hopeful, he bade me list his precious chest on Facebook marketplace for $120 … sure that the right buyer would snatch it up.

Alas… Facebook had other ideas.

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What…?

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The listing was pulled as it was in violation of a recalled product policy.

A recall from 1943?????

I have no idea what the Hell that was about and though I questioned FB, I don’t have an answer.

What I do have is an old moth proof piece of furniture in the back of my car.

Lucky me.

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