This past spring
my brother gave me an old stand-up clerk's desk, the type used
on top of an existing counter, with drawers for cash and
supplies and a sloping top.
It was unusable as furniture,
and hardly a priceless antique, but had lots of well patinated
oak lumber. He had acquired it some years ago in Walla
Walla, WA, and it has spent the past several years in his
storage shed in central Nevada (Smith Valley).
