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  • The garage is a mythical place. The place where many ideas are brought to life after many late nights of tinkering. The birthplace of HP and Apple. Where new bands form and find their voice. Where cars to precious to drive are kept out of the elements. Where treasures placed years ago are discovered.

    The garage is also the place we cram all of life's stuff we don't want in the house. The stuff we use only occasionally but mostly never. Stuff that's too valuable to us to toss. Stuff of a child's early years that carries memories and make us think that if we hold on to it all, our child just might not grow up tooooo fast.

    Eventually, though, we cast this stuff aside, making room for more stuff. Clutter. It's then we embark on the great garage clean up. It's often a New Year's resolution. To prepare for that great American past time: the garage sale where the most savvy search for vastly under priced treasures. Or simply fill our second-hand stores and landfills.

    Some people paint their garage floors and install gleaming tool boxes and storage. Those garages are sacred spaces. More important that they're pristine monuments to a life versus the rough, messy places where ideas are born.

    The garage is the place we take our cars to be fixed. Hoping not to be taken ourselves. Or park as we shop for more stuff.

    Garages are mysterious because they're dark. We wonder what's behind that big door. The garage is where the battles between life's debris and possibility are waged. The keeper of so many stories.
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