Curbside

Our curb-side find from this afternoon's walk was actually pointed out by my debonair, dashing editor/husband.  He seems to have some sort of an attachment to old televisions.  Most men go gaga for old cars, but for my husband there is nothing like T.V. set.  The T.V.'s we were brought up with were often large and clunky and the manufactures would try to disguise them as furniture. This beauty out on the curb fell right into that stereotype, this pride of Chicago Zenith was once the front and center to the family living room.  The very zenith of technology was sitting on the curb like a pup at the pound, too big for us to carry, it waited for its ride to the island of misfit electronics.