When I was a kid, I loved spring cleaning! In my hometown, spring cleaning meant one thing, and one thing only – free stuff! People would clean out their attics and basements and lay it out on the curb for all to pick through.
I would come home with an endless assortment of random goodies – an old kickstand, goalie pads, a broken armchair – that would sit around the house until the following spring when my mom would put …
