It's gone!

Last month last month the furnace began making an occasional loud thunk as it kicked on, so Randy decided to check it.  Naturally the alcove in front of the furnace closet had filled up with various things, so he had to clear it out before he could open the door.  One of the items he moved was the wooden high chair given to us by some of his co-workers when Liz was born, used by her and then her sisters.  We had saved it, hoping grandchildren would use it.  But the tray didn't lock into place quite right, though it was much better after Randy worked on it with help from Geoff and Ray.  And the tray was scratched, with the finish worn off.  The strap had disappeared, and a belt was not a good substitute.  So we decided to pass it on to someone who could use it.  Yesterday morning I set the chair on the curb in front of the new house, and within a couple of hours it was gone.