Chamblee54

In 1993, PG got a futon at a yard sale. It seemed like a good idea. He paid $15 for the mat and frame.
In the nineties, PG had a 450 square foot apartment. It was the second floor of a 1948 era cape cod house, with a parade of neighbors downstairs. PG had back issues, and slept on a foam rubber pad. The futon did not agree with his back. After several attempts at usage, the futon was stored on top of the queen size mattress in the bedroom. The prop up frame went into the carport.
This arrangement worked well until PG had to move. The landlord had three teenage daughters, and decided to sell the rental property to a developer. A mcmansion is on the site today. The house that PG grew up in was a five minute walk away, and was the logical place to go.
Futons are trouble to move. They are heavy. They are not stable. It is like carrying a fifty pound sack of potatoes, that is forty eight inches long. The only effective way to move it is to wrap both arms around it, and drag it to the next location. Think of slow dancing with a linebacker on quaaludes.
In the new house, there was no place for the futon. Another attempt was made at sleeping on it, and the spine cried out in protest. The futon was rolled up, and held in place with bungee cords. It was stood up, and strapped onto the end of a shelf.
A few days ago, PG decided he needed a big chair for reading and television. He grabbed a few cushions … another leftover from the old apartment… put them on some milk cartons, and called it a chair. A few items of furniture needed to be moved around.
After the requisite cleaning of all the rearranged furniture…where does all that dust come from … the futon stood out like a forty eight inch sore thumb. There was still room at the end of the utility shelf. There was also a spot at the curb. PG made a sign, free futon, and slow danced the futon to the street. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.