Column: Til death do us part is a long time

Upon arrival, we had to heave-ho like sailors, through doors and around corners, to get it into our daughter’s storage. Did I mention how much I thought bringing this was a bad idea? The kicker was the monstrosity never moved from that spot one inch in three years, except for the times I bumped into it with my shins, attempting to get around it to get something I was really glad we’d brought. I readily admit to cussing the saw and the saw’s owner, and oftentimes gritting my teeth.