Holy Attic, Batman!

In more ways than one:

Hole-y as in there is a hole in the ceiling of my garage and in the attic from the garage to the main attic through the firewall. A previous owner knocked a hole in the firewall from the garage portion of the attic to the main house portion and then put his foot through the ceiling in the garage while swinging a small sledge (mallet morelike). This was about 8 years ago and it was never fixed.

Holy as in holy cow! There is a bunch of crap up there!

I tried entering the attic from the bedroom entrance to pull some wires. Blow in insulation made it difficult to get into the part I needed. Realizing about the hole from the garage, I went in from the garage entrance.

Last owners left some high school memorabilia that we will try to get back to them. But the owner before them (circa 2000 and earlier) left some odd stuff up there: box of socks, black bag of clothes, collection agency forms, an old wallet with 3 IDs in it (all same name, 2 of same old guy and one of young dude with same name), old cash register (empty), credit card slider, portable chemotherapy delivery machine or something, broken tent poles, broken ceramic bowls, broken plastic storage bin, broken halogen lamp, dog bowl, worn out shoes and boots, etc.

The only two useful scores were the aforementioned mallet and a Luhr-Jensen Little Chief smoker (used, but with original box). So, hopefully in the near future, when I am not swinging my new mallet into horseshoe stakes, I will be smoking some salmon or ribs or something.

The End.