A Love Letter to the Stumbled-Across Garage Sale
Dwell
FEBRUARY 13, 2024
The bag’s previous owner was the seller’s father, a retired something-or-other who had commuted with it daily from Long Island to New York City for decades. Soon to graduate college and start my first job in Manhattan, I was eager to wake the bag from its dormancy. (I I later paid her back for it, three dollars in full.)
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