This old desk

 I’m in a new space, using a different device to write because I thought it would be fun and portable.  Come to find out, nothing will ever replace my old office with the dusty books, trashy art, odd collectibles, junk, thee kitty cats, and my antique desk. 

Well, it's almost an antique desk at 94 years of age.  Right now, it is of little use in storage because I don't have a place for it.  Someday I will decide where to setup a proper library again, as a matter of fact the entire place shall be a library where I can gaze upon forlorn passages, penned by overlooked authors and librettists.

Enough of that for now, if it sounds like complete bullshit, forgive me.  It was intentional.    

In my experience, any furniture older than 100 years could be considered antique.  You can have a piece that belonged to Miles Standish and came all the way over here on the freakin Mayflower, but if rats make a nest inside of it, then it's just another trunk with rat piss in it.  When something becomes infested with vermin the value declines drastically.  In other words, I don't want that piece of shit get it out of here...

From 99 to 50 years would be classified as vintage, and anything manufactured in the last 50 years or newer should be considered collectible which is relative to a dealer, a collector, and the market.  

I’ve owned this old desk since my mother gave it to me back in the 80s.  I had that Apple II plus set up in my clandestine office back in the day.  It was built by my great uncle for his eighth-grade wood shop project in 1929.   It’s in the mission style, a basic writing desk, simply designed, ruggedly constructed and completely functional.  Heck, it's just a table with a drawer for papers and whatnot, how bad could you mess that up, right?  More on that later.