So a while back I wrote about a mysterious black plastic wrapped trashcan that Peri and I stumbled upon during one of our walks and how my imagination ran away with the thought of  abandoned gangster loot or the remains of a serial killer working Greater Hartford.  Yeah, it turns out that reality is much more bland than that.  It was a barrel full of sticks.  Not something at least useful like Pick-Up Sticks.  No.  Just sticks as in twigs.  Nice.

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