Baby, It’s…

…you know the rest. 

Alert (and frozen) “06880” reader Alan Hamilton writes:

Here’s a photo of a thermometer I rescued from a Compo Beach trash can in the summer of (maybe) 1989.

It had hung on the lifeguard station since maybe the ’60s.

I guess someone thought it was “done,” and bought a new plastic one that doubtless also ended up in the trash a few years later.

This one now hangs on our back porch. 27 years after it was tossed, it still works perfectly.

I like the “rust patina” it’s had at least as long as I’ve owned it.

Some people think the rust is faux, and ask where they can get one like it. “One man’s trash,” as they say…

Meanwhile, enjoy that 8° reading. Later tonight, it will seem like beach weather.

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