We're pretty bad about cleaning out our fridges but I think Bob may win the Worst Fridge Ever award.
In anticipation of going to the bank and doing the closing on the sale of his building this afternoon, he was spending the morning doing some final cleanup on the last-to-be-repaired space, a two-bedroom apartment on the upper floor. One of the final tasks was getting rid of a fridge which has sat unpowered and unopened (THANK YOU, JESUS!) since Katrina. There was a lot of post-Katrina talk and sad laughter about all the rotten and rotting fridges in the months following the storm but I think that waiting THREE YEARS to get rid of a fridge is probably a prize-winner. Maybe not.
It could be the title of an interesting novel:
The Last Katrina Fridge
And in anticipation of our sail starting next week, I'm happy to say, "Goodbye, Dolly!" Furthermore, I don't wanna hafta say "hello" to any new blowhard friends. Please, cross your fingers for us to have an unexciting passage.