The Lesson of the Clothespin: Refusing to Discard the Broken Things in a Throwaway Culture

keep Gable. I started collecting.

Not hoarding. Rescuing.

It started with a chair I found on the curb three blocks over. It was a mid-century oak dining chair with a snapped leg. The “Gary” of that house had put it out with the trash, a sticky note on it that said TRASH.

I dragged it home. I spent three evenings in my garage with wood glue, clamps, and continue reading …