While dining out with Kirk one night last spring, he casually mentioned that he thought he had seen a press in a dumpster at the school he was subbing at that day. (The school was doomed for demolition.)
“Wh-wha-what do you mean, a press?” I inquired incredulously.
“Well, I think it was a press, it had one of those things on it that looks like that thing on your press,” he muttered.
“What THING on WHAT press?” I urged.
“Oh . . . that turning thing . . . with the metal spokes.
“You mean the wheel, the wheel on the press, the wheel that turns the bed? You saw a press in the school dumpster and you’re just now telling me right before dark? “Waiter, waiter, can we get the check and a to go box – QUICKLY . . . ah, please?”
We ran like Roger Bannister and Jackie Joyner Kersey to the car and dashed to the dumpster for some diving. And sure enough, there was a relic of a press in the dumpster. This was a HUGE dumpster (with ladders on the side) and I still can’t figure out how someone hoisted it over the walls of the dumpster as it probably weighs over 100 pounds. Kirk stood on the grass while I pole vaulted into the one room landfill. The spokes were missing from the wheel, but I found them buried in the bottom. After expressing his surprise at my sudden agility, Kirk retrieved the press and we both took a side bar and dragged it a few steps, stopped, dragged and stopped until we made it to the car.
As you can see, she needs a little spiffing up, but she works! I’ve named her Zelda and when you use her you get to wear the Zelda apron. (Another leftover, but that’s a story for another day.)
PS. Speaking of Zelda, anybody here remember Zelda Gilroy?