Fed Up Moving

Fed Up Moving by Elizabeth McLaughlin

The other day while out on the road with the bicycle taking in nature, I stopped at a crossroad and looked to the side and there scattered on the ground was a blue vacuum cleaner and stereo receiver unit. How horrible it is to find such stuff just tossed onto the side of the road.  Again, it became another interesting road-side display that I could craft into a short story on how I think it ended up on the side of the road.

Tracey worked for a local retailer in a small town and diligently kept the specialty gifts immaculately clean and appealing to upscale shoppers. She enjoyed her job, especially when the owner would permit her to use new concepts for featured displays. In order to make ends meet Tracy worked long hours and also had to bounce from one job to another  to make living costs to cover rent, food, car payments and toddler support. Tracey lived on a quaint old street, lined with established maple trees. Her favorite tree on the street had huge roots that bulged up above the gray granite stone sidewalk. It had such a unique appealing natural quality, a smiling face etched in bark. The neighbors were great and Mrs. Teabody, a retired school teacher took care of Thomas during the day and into the early evening. It was the perfect situation for a working single mother to find these days. After all the nightmares experienced in renting apartments and juggling expenses, questionable day care centers, Tracey finally found an affordable cottage in the back of the Peterson’s huge soft green painted Victorian mansion with bright white trim. A lovely family that did not take advantage of people in need of housing. Here she could feel a strong sense of security and stability that she already benefitted from for two years. Upon moving in Tracey eagerly white washed the wooden clapboard on the front porch and loved finding at local yard sales decorative antiques that added a warm inviting comfortable touch. She always wanted a garden, and planted beautiful bright blue, purple, red and yellow flowers from the local garden nursery. It looked like the perfect tiny home that one would find in a Country Magazine. Thomas also had his own nursery, decked out with a French antique wooden crib, dresser, toy box and shelving for all of his plush stuffed animals and story books.

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It was a quiet Wednesday evening, and Tracey was preparing Thomas for bed. Rocking in the chair, reading fairy tales became a cherished moment that they could gaze into each others eyes and cuddle. The phone rang at the downstairs kitchen wall telephone and Tracey gently placed Thomas into his crib to sleep. She dashed quietly down the narrow carpeted stairs and picked up the mellow yellow colored telephone. “Tracey it’s Liz, sorry to have to call this evening but I was wondering if you could open up the store tomorrow. I really need your help because my daughter Betsy has a doctor’s appointment.” Tracey sat on the Costco red metal kitchen stool and replied, “Yes, don’t worry, not a problem, I understand.” As soon as she hung up the phone it rang again. Tracey picked up the receiver slowly and answered, “hello.” On the other end she could hear static noise. “Hello, hello, stop calling here or I will call the police”, Tracey said. For weeks that phone would ring at odd hours of the night but no one responded.

The next morning Tracey woke up at the crack of dawn to prepare for a very hectic day of work. She walked down the gravel driveway toward the main street to collect the mail that she neglected picking up the previous day, and the thoughts of the extra work money would come into handy savings for emergencies. After sifting through the mail she noticed a hand written envelope with just her name on it. Upon opening the letter she read two printed words, HELLO, HELLO. “Now this is going beyond a prank phone call and the person knows where I live.” she cried. The mail collected dropped to the ground and scattered onto the street. Stacey fumbled to gather it up and out of nowhere a speeding car screeched by only to disappear into the thick morning mist. And, all she could notice seeing was a dull black sedan. The Peterson’s bedroom light partially lit up the front lawn and Mr. Peterson opened up the large pained window and screamed. “Are you okay Tracey? That car sounded like it hit you!” Tracey responded, “I have no clue Mr. Peterson, perhaps it was a kid trying to be smart. I will talk to you later and have to get to work early.” The window slammed shut and all that Tracey could think of was not to have created any bad feelings with the Petersons. After making Thomas his favorite oatmeal breakfast and dropping him off at Mrs. Teabody’s, Tracey drove her cream-colored van down main street to the early period stone clad store. A black and white police car was parked at ‘The Flying Flamingo Cafe’ and Tracey could view Vince through the window making his to go order at the front counter. Little did Tracey know, Vince was attracted to her when he places his order to her at his night shift and was still seeking the courage to ask for a date. Tracey drove to the back parking lot of the store where employees parked, walked up to the back entry only to find the metal door not locked. She decided to enter and flipped all the light switches on and proceeded to the front of the store by walking to the main reception room. Footsteps creaked the floor boards coming from the second floor and Tracey froze. A muffled familiar whistling tune filled the air, and then Tracey relaxed, yelled up the stairs, “Jasper is that you!” Jasper responded, “yes mam, just finishing up waxing the floors for Ms. Lizzie.” “Well that is a relief, I thought you were a break-in”, said Tracey.

The morning hours flew by because it was unusually busy with customers. The director of the Women’s Rotary Club made an outstanding order for the groups Derby Days luncheon benefit and show! Tracey worked hard to complete the order as directed and knew that Liz would be pleased with the sale. Liz arrived at noon and before Tracey could explain about the sales, she headed up to her office with a look of distress on her face. Within ten minutes the intercom telephone buzzed at the main sales counter and Liz asked Tracey to come up to her office for a meeting. Tracey closed the register drawer, handed over a customer purchase and headed to the elegant pine staircase that led up to the office. Liz sat at a massive intricately carved cherry wood partners desk and directed Tracey to have a seat. The veins in Liz’s neck began to bulge as she blurted out as if in pain, “Apparently I had a very disturbing encounter this morning with Wendy, the director of the Women’s Rotary Club. She explained to me in detail about the unprofessional shopping experience received today at the shop. Please tell me how this could possibly happen in my shop?” Then there was a brief silence and Liz continued, “I was totally mortified in front of a lot of people. Tracey, I assured her that this type of service cannot be tolerated and I would ask that your service be immediately terminated. I will have Jasper bring your things and paycheck.” Tracey’s mouth quivered and she could not believe what she was hearing. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak Liz lifted up her hand and raised a trembling finger to her lips. At that point Tracey got up, walked out of the room, closed the office door, quickly ran down the stairs and past a startled waiting customer. All she could hear in the distance was a sobbing crazed woman.

The route along a country road to home was picturesque maybe calming. The cream-colored van swerved around corners and then Tracey decided to pull over, get out of the vehicle and just run through a field of tall grass until collapsing. Hours went by and only upon hearing black birds cawing from a baron tree did Tracey come to her waking senses. There was no doubt that Thomas was waiting to be picked up at Mrs. Teabody’s but he would have to wait because it was important to stop off at the Peterson’s as promised. Tracey decided to pick some flowers from the front garden to make a bouquet for the Peterson’s. She knocked on the door, bouquet in hand and was greeted by Mrs. Peterson. “We were worried about you this morning, Tracey, and I think it is time that we had a chat.” she said. Tracey could only think about the horrific meeting just experienced with Liz and her knees started to tremble. Mrs. Peterson offered Tracey a cup of tea and thanked her for the lovely bouquet and proceeded to explain that Martha their only daughter was about to enter Med School. She described a great financial burden and said, “Today the costs are extremely frightening for Martha to attend a private institution and unfortunately we have to double the cottage rental.” Tracey said, “Mrs. Peterson, you know that it is impossible for me to afford such a high rent and I will have to move.”

Tracey picked up Thomas and explained to Mrs. Teabody her misfortunes for the day. Mrs. Teabody offered to inquire with friends about finding a new rental and not to worry. She said, “Just take some time off and rest dear, tomorrow is a new bright day, things will fall into place.” It is easy for people to say but to Tracey it seemed like a far off dream. At least she still had the job at The Flying Flamingo Cafe! A few weeks passed and by a small miracle so did the mysterious phone calls and a yard sale to eliminate most stuff. She decided to take Thomas with her for the drive down Route 206 to the local dump. It was quite expensive for garbage disposal and undeniably unaffordable for a single mom working part-time. Tracey came to an intersection stop and opened up the back door to the cream-colored van. The sight of Liz moving her finger to lip brought up anger as Tracey glazed over at the black receiver and blue vacuum cleaner. Tracey picked it up, tossed both items violently to the side of the road and guiltily drove off. Later that evening Vince appeared to make his usual order to go at The Flying Flamingo Cafe. He said, “Tracey so sorry to hear about your job loss, the shop closing and Liz loosing her daughter to illness. I know it’s not the right time but it sure would be nice to take you out to a fabulous night out on the town!” Tracey stood there feeling like a played fool, caught her emotions, and replied with a yes.

Ghostly Encounter and a Rusted Rimmed Tire

On my walk along the road side, I noticed that someone placed a large used truck tire with rusted brim up against a street sign. The perfect item to write a short story on how it may have ended up on the side of the road. This is part of a series about ‘Things I Find On The Side Of The Road.’ by Elizabeth McLaughlin
052017-9It was sunrise and there Frank sat at a worn out marbled linoleum topped, chrome legged kitchen table contemplating about that days work. Usually the last sip of hot strong coffee from his favorite diner sized ceramic mug always tasted its best! Being in the demolition business  presented a different challenge each day and often required going into Trenton where most of his client base resided. This particular job Jason was going to assist Frank with the removal of a dilapidated commercial warehouse and was already on his way to work. Although, Frank was a contractor he held  an intrinsic conservative work ethic rule. His grandfather always instilled into him that everyone was to be on time whenever it was his dime.
Trenton could be a very sketchy place to work and the warehouse location was far from being situated where modern industry flourished. Frank made a left hand turn onto Chambers Street and the only sign of life was an oversized rat scurrying across the broad street. Abandoned, skeletal framed warehouses were sandwiched in-between a few vacant row houses.  All scheduled for demolition to make room for future development. The old red Mac Truck made its way down a weeded, broken black top driveway, its heavy wide tires drove over parts of broken porcelain sinks and grey metal file cabinets. From a few partially glossed windows faux brown leather office reception chairs dangerously dangled and could crash onto the street at any given time. Jason stood at the entrance to the warehouse, holding two cups of coffee. “This place sure does look like the creepiest job site we have ever worked”, said Jason. Frank nodded and took a sip of coffee and placed it onto a window ledge and then reached into his denim coat pocket for a key to the padlock. And, with a stern look in his eyes, Frank ordered, “Today we have to inspect the structure and start moving some debris out, tomorrow the rest of the crew will come with heavier equipment.” Jason’s eyes almost rolled over thinking how dumb it was to think it really mattered unlocking the padlock because just a few feet away a portion of  metal siding was peeled off the exterior wall. However, Jason knew better and restrained his emotions because it would only stir bad feelings with his macho boss. Frank yanked the brittle deteriorating doors and suddenly both became unhinged, twisted and dropped with a loud bang landing at their feet. They peered upward to see a few wooden ceiling beams had collapsed.  “This building is supposed to be just debri”, Frank gasped. Jason could not believe it, huge wooden spools of cables lined the warehouse floor and at the far end on the second level he spotted a leaded glass enclosed room. “That must be the office, let’s check it out, we can get a better view from that platform”, Frank said. The rotted out wooden stairs were very unstable but Jason volunteered to be first and test its integrity. The antiquated staircase had two platforms and after arriving safely to the first it was Franks turn. Although Frank had a lifetime of experience dodging debri he still took cautious steps, one at a time only to feel the staircase swaying back and forth with each step taken. CRACK! One step collapsed under Franks weight but he was able to recover by balancing most of his weight onto the railing. Upon reaching the platform they both gazed in amazement at the expansive structure. Architecturally beautiful for its industrial days, massive wooden beams formed a linear perspective of pure elegance from the 1800’s. The sun shone a hazy beam of light through the roof-top. Pigeons circled and landed at the other end of the warehouse. “Those F-ing, stinking pigeons made nests inbetween all those iron beams.”, “Now, Terry did not tell me it was a warehouse for old suspension bridge parts. This could be part of the freaking Brooklyn Bridge”, screamed Frank! His voice echoed and bounced off the brick walls that created a massive scattering of  birds.” “Don’t scream too loud Frank, the platform might collapse”, “And, this has to be THE worse job ever case scenario that Terry pulled on us”, Jason whispered. They both decided it was still safe to continue their venture up an iron ladder and onto the next platform leading toward the office.
Oversized, dense spider webs draped the office entry. The wooden door creaked open and to their surprise a few old wooden filing cabinets with matching desks and chairs remained in near perfect condition. Time stood still for many years in this room, even the tops of desks had stacks of papers ready to be filed and a working Remington typewriter. An eerie, unsettling aura filled the toxic air mainly because of all the company portraits that hung on the mold laden cracked plastered walls. Directly in the center of the portraits displayed a photograph that stood out from the rest. It was an extremely angry moustached faced man, dressed in a typical period suit, hair parted down the center and slicked down.   Jason turned and said, “Oh man, this guy is the creepiest. Look at his penetrating eyes, Frank he is following us wherever we move, it seems.”, “I bet he must have owned the business, sorry Frank, but something is not right about his hands being mangled.” In order to gain a better view of the warehouse floor, Jason had to use his leather work glove to remove a thick coating of dust. Both turned their backs to the company portraits in order to glance out the leaded window frame when a distinct number of clicks caught their attention. “Did you hear what I just heard?”, murmured Jason. Frank replied, “Yes, it came from over at that desk with the typewriter.” A frozen tingling sense of fear overcame them that accompanied a natural reaction to panic and dart out the door. But no muscle could be moved.  Instead right before their eyes the gentleman in the portrait appeared in solid form with a grimacing worried smile and quickly faded into thin air. Their paralysis lasted for seconds but it felt like an eternity to the strong men. Suddenly, CRASH! The photograph flew off its holding nail and landed up against the filing cabinets. Picking through the pieces of glass, and overturning the gold leafed, hand carved frame they decided to peel off the thinly worn wood backing. Out fell a yellowed envelope and upon opening it discovered a notepad. Frank flipped through the pages to discover that it was a map of a bridge with hand-written engineering notes. In the introduction was written in elegant script, The Brooklyn Bridge Project.
Jason’s mouth dropped wide open in shocked disbelief. Frank read out loud a notation, “whoever finds this writ shall hold the key to unimaginable wealth!” “I don’t know exactly what we have here Jason, it needs to be studied in detail, so let’s get the hell out of here now!”, Frank said. The office door mysteriously slammed shut, Frank ran to it and grabbed the crystalline door knob. The solid door would not budge so Jason started to kick at it with his work boot. Still the door remained sealed which left the men with only one more option and that was to break the windows. They lifted up the heavy metal typewriter and threw it through the window and climbed over the radiators. It was a frightening experience and the men scrambled for the iron ladder, again Jason went first as it creaked and swayed with the bottom detaching from its brace.  Upon reaching the platform safely, Jason yelled up to Frank, “This is going to be extremely tough  Frank, I hope it can hold your weight!” Jason reached over to a pile of pallets and found a thick rope, attached it to the ladder and tied it to a beam. “This may help some, take your time.”, said Jason. Frank swung over and tightly grasped the iron ladder to make his decent, the upper brackets heaved back and forth, and with a sigh of relief, the rope did its trick. Quickly, Jason started to go down the stairs that swayed even more than ever before. He reached mid-point and the stairs just gave way, hurling Jason like a bouncing rubber band, suspending, darting back and forth over iron beams and spindles of industrial roping. It would not make for a soft landing, only to a pigeon. He clung to the railing screaming until it lodged itself between two wooden posts. Jason precariously positioned his body over the suspended railing. Jason pleaded with Frank, “you have to do something and quick buddy, I will not be able to hang here for a long time.” Frank looked around the platform and spotted the rope that was used to secure the iron ladder. It was long enough and a spools worth of roping. He made a huge thick knot and tossed the end to Jason.  Before he could secure the wooden spindle the iron beams gave way to the wood debris holding it up and Jason plunged down. The wooden spool holding the rope slid towards the edge of the platform and Frank did what he could and even placed his heavy body weight onto the spool to prevent it from moving further. Miraculously, the spool caught the edge of the platform side-wall just right and secured itself. Frank looked over the platform edge and could see Jason dangling, almost lifeless from the rope which he had tied around his waist. Jason looked up at Frank, and smiled and said, “I made it buddy. That was one hell of a staircase!” Jason was able to untie his lifeline and jump to the warehouse ground. Frank was feeling the heat, large beads of sweat dripped down his face. Jason knew it would be a complete embarrassment for macho Frank to call First Responders to save him, therefore, the only decision out of this mess for him was down that rope. Frank decided to make a harness rope, he learned about this process from the First Responders class. At the time he laughed about doing it and vowed that he would never have a need to use it. However, this training class came in handy and Frank was about to make his own primitive harness from a piece of rope and securing a military grade clip from his key chain. “Okay, I am coming down, it should be a breeze”, said Frank. And surprisingly it was, Franks sweat disappeared as he reached to safe ground. They both decided to take the rest of the day off and meet up early the next day at a local diner.
Frank turned his red Mac Truck onto route 206 and all that he could think about was surviving the day and the mysterious contents inside the notepad. That is, until the red Mac Truck dropped. “Shoot!”, said Frank. Yes, he had a blow out and the truck needed to be pulled over to the side of the road for its repair. Luckily he was prepared and had a spare tire on rim ready to go in the back of the truck.  Frank hobbled to the side of the truck, slowly bent down and made the necessary tire change and hopped back up into his cab forgetting the flat tire on the side of the road.
Mitch was travelling to work the next day and spotted the huge tire on the road, decided it was a danger to other vehicles and propped it up against the street sign. And this is how the rusted rimmed tire was found on the side of the road.

A Race to the Finish

One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’ – and write about…

Photo Capture: ‘A Finished Beer Bottle’

Mike popped open the lid of his new racing red, 1967 Ford Mustang. The guys mouths dropped open at Andy’s garage when they viewed the
big block V-8 engine. Tony immediately asked if he could sit in the customized drivers seat and rev up his highly rated performance vehicle. Tony pushed on the accelerator peddle and made the following statement: “It sure doesn’t purr like a kitten but it runs like a Mustang!” Tony asked Mike, “How about you taking this racer out tonight on Route 206 for a test drive against my red machine?” thingsifindonsideofroadbeerbottleHe spit a wad of chewing tobacco through the Mustang window and it landed next to Mikes black leather boot. The group of mechanics turned to Mike, one was dangling a wrench over the hood of his car and there was dead silence as they waited for Mikes response. Then as if in tune to the conversation, a shapely silhouette appeared at the garage office door and the crackling of gum chewing could be heard. Tony jumped up out of the car seat and swung his body over the door. A loud voice squealed, “Tony I thought you were taking me out to the club tonight, aren’t you Tony?” “Yeah, yeah, Annette” he said. Annette walked over swinging her hips to music that blared from the two cloth lined speakers that dangled off a peg board. Her spiked high heals clicked against the oil stained concrete floor as she paced towards Tony. Heavy perfume filled the air and Annette aggressively pointed and tapped one long bright orange manicured nail against Tony’s chest, “You bet-ta be taking me to the dance.” she pouted. The mechanics knew that Tony was under Annette s lustful spell. Who could resist such a package, a natural blond wearing tight jeans, plunging neckline and mid-rift stretched black top. Annette also modeled a Maybelline bust-line that made Playboy centerfolds and garage calendar pinups look like flat chested cut out dolls. Mike was wondering what he got himself into rolling up into the garage. All he wanted to do was show off his new red Mustang! Tony grabbed Annette s probing hand and pressed his face towards her shocking frosted pink lips and whispered, “You got me baby.” The phone could be heard ringing from the office and Annette was confident enough with his answer to retreat back to her job. Tony flipped a small hair comb from the back of his jeans pocket, smoothed back both sides of his black greasy hair while saying, “Now where were we?” Mike reluctantly gave Tony two thumbs up!

Luciano’s was the hot spot in town. A night club where all the bands playing the latest hits, battled over prominence in the county. Thick
cigarette smoke fogged the colored stage lights and Mike pushed through the dense crowd with his date in tow. While ordering drinks a
familiar perfume smell entered his nostrils and he followed it to find Tony and Annette leaning up against the black upholstered bar,
savagely making out. After formal introductions, Annette and Betty proceeded to the ladies room to freshen up giving the boys time to
schedule a race. Annette s favorite song started playing, To Sir With Love by Lu Lu. This did not prevent her from rushing into Tony’s arms
for some slow dancing. All the girls started to scream when the band started to play, The Monkees hit, I’m A Believer. Dancing heads could be seen bobbing up and down throughout the club. The drinks were flying all night long and at two a.m. the bright white lights started to
flicker, signaling the night clubs closure.

Mike and Betty sat in the Mustang waiting for Tony to pull up in his muscle car, a 1959 GTO. Both vehicles with tires screeching against the pavement sped out of the parking lot heading towards Route 206. All the guys were meeting at an intersecting light and Pete would
be holding a green flag to start the race. It was understood that this race would be flat-out, fast groove. The cars sped with Mike in the
lead, handling the Mustang to perfection. Becky looked over her shoulder and screamed to Mike that Tony’s car was smoking. There was a loud bang! Obviously the GTO motor was blown. Suddenly sirens could be heard and lights were flashing as a police car entered into the race. Betty was panicking because she knew that Mike had too much to drink that night. The car window rolled down, and there was a clink. – and this is how Betty’s beer bottle ended up on the side of the road.

 

Easter In December !

One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’

Photo Capture: “Easter Basket Find”

Mrs. Esther Caloway always presents the perfect parties. Esther mails out lovely personalized hand written invitations that include a local artist watercolor rendition of her house. And without any doubt everyone that makes this list also becomes the talk of the community. She resides at the most influential address located on the outskirts of town, down an aged tree lined street that passes a historic church, cemetery, governors estate and overlooks the river. Everyone knows about this Victorian mansion, and it’s famed history. Guests generally arrive early afternoon and parade their polished automobiles through the main white wooden porte-cochere driveway. A butler escorts guests into a parlor room to be served a wicked spiked pink punch and then gather outside the music room to enter the serving room. Impressive, heavy antique pocket doors enhances both entries to this room. The combination of ornate side walls and lengthy shelves creates an impeccable butlers production line.
basketfind4Here the butler tends to elegant limouge dinner plates for serving guests at elaborate dinners. But for this yearly winter event, guests walk through a self service buffet presentation of honey glazed ham, roasted turkey with paprika, tea sandwiches, Waldorf salad and deserts, then reunite at the formal dining room. Usually intelligent conversation bounces off the high stunning ornate molded ceiling and a sixteen foot traditional artificial Christmas tree with Sotheby’s ornaments graces a corner. Esther never has to bother planning on decorating it each year because the tree is kept up every day though-out the year. Esther does admit how it must be a pain for the maids to properly dust on a weekly basis.

This years guests arrived, nuns from the local convent, judges, authors, photographers, reporters, artists, musicians, actors, engineers and the town mayor. All dressed in their Sunday finest for this December 12th, Saturday event. The punch was sipped down and the pastel pink plaid plates topped off with delicacies in one hand and a pastel plaid linen napkin the other. The crowd is summoned into the dining room where a pianist starts a jovial tune. Esther distributes music written on parchment and she encourages everyone to collaborate with song. The sun begins to set over the grand river and its warm last glow of light for the day embellishes the room. Every table displays a delicate hand blown glass basket, containing an assorted spring color Easter egg candy. Delicate, Spring floral roping drapes the grand piano and Waterford Crystal vases are filled with white lilies. The butler, Charles disappears and reappears wearing an Easter Bunny costume and everyone could hardly contain themselves, joking and laughing out loud. basketfind3Esther makes an
announcement that the Easter egg hunt will commence out in the parlor. On the back of the music parchment sheets, detailed directions were highlighted for each guest to find their personal hidden Easter treasure treat.

The Wallace s were leaving the party, and repeatedly thanked Esther for such a monumental Easter in December party. Their chauffeur pulled up the black limo to the grand entrance and the butler handed over a woven Easter basket, the Wallace s fun Easter treasure treat find. He tossed it into the back of the trunk not knowing it did not fully close and off they drove down the tree lined street.

And this is how a beautiful bright colored Easter Basket ended up on the side of the road, December 12, 2015. 

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‘Galvanized Pail, Floral Wire Trainer, Plastic Snack Table’

One of a series titled ‘Things I Find On the Side Of the Road’

Photo Capture: ‘Galvanized Pail, Floral Wire Trainer, Plastic Snack Table’

There are things that I decided to use that were found on the side of the road. Today, I decided to put it to some use. A family member purchased some flowers and two tomato plants. The very old galvanized pail was found at the side of the road. A local store used it as a planter and decided to throw it out along with some hooked carpets. plantertomatoflowersLuckily I know how to traditionally hook carpets and can restore the rugs. I found some white spray paint that my sister did not use last year and totally transformed the weary looking pail. The old floral wire support was painted too. It would be nice to string up some white lights on the wire frame and make a patio light.  Maybe next year! A few years ago a woman was giving free stuff away on the side of her road and this is how I came upon the plastic snack table. So most of these thrown away items have made a very nice clean looking planter that otherwise would have been overlooked and discarded.