wtf is in the truck this time

     It started with the potato. I was clearing out of NYC, and I could not bring myself to throw away this potato. It can't be eaten, but I thought my sister might like to plant it in her garden. I texted her and she said sure. Whether she will or not who knows, but whatever. Hard for me to throw away. And then there was the trampoline and the giant table and the rest of it. I went to see Ed and told him I had lost my mind. 

     He said just put the potato on the trampoline.

Me and the potato and the trampoline made it to Providence, where my grand helped me unload in front of Hannah's house. The potato appeared to have survived the trip. Also the trampoline.

And me. And the coffee and the applesauce. Why do I travel like this? 

So we got on the ferry.

And we made it home. Potato and trampoline intact. Will my sister plant it? I've done my part to keep the world from wasting a potato.