I keep meaning to take more pictures of this stuff, but I threw out a lot of stuff from my parents' basement over the weekend. People were helping themselves to the metal stuff on Sunday, and perhaps even today. Keep hoping that all of that crap is taken away on Thursday.
I will chip away at my dad's workshop over the Winter. I swear, sawdust was a food group to him.
I like to think he's up there, looking down at me ruefully, and thanking me for cleaning up the stuff that he wasn't up to cleaning up the last few years of his life. I am not done by any means. I promise you, and him, that I will keep the things that I think he would have wanted kept, and will toss the things he would have wanted tossed.
It's the least I can do for my Dad.