Somewhere on the walk between the apartment and the science building there was a bicycle frame diligently locked tightly to a street sign. It was there the day that I arrived, and still there when I left.
Sometimes it’s disappointing when, for example, you try to sell something and find out it has no real value at all, much like my old guitar that I had to sell during bad times to a pawn show who offered me a fraction of what I had anticipated. But I liked it and learned a little about playing guitar with it. The value to me is far greater than what it meant to others