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I recently stumbled across a wonderful resource....this little thing called Freecycle.

It is a local forum for anyone and everyone to list items they want to give away....or request items they are looking for....all of which are completely free. Its main purpose was ecological, to reduce the amounts of trash dumped in landfills....gives a whole new meaning to "one man's trash, another man's treasure." It has become, along with that, an ebay sans monetary exchange....and just as addictive for some people, I'm sure.

I have only used it once, but I returned home yesterday after driving just three miles from my house to a Freecycler's backyard. I arrived with a huge bag full of fresh, local pears....ripe and perfect for cooking. Sure does beat the 89cents/lb. you'd pay in a grocery store...and you meet interesting folks along the way.

I'm sure there are also things I could list on the forum....things which I know I'll never touch again....things that don't even come to my mind simply because I've totally forgotten I own them.

Go check it out. You can register free, too....for your respective area of the country (so you'll be within driving distance of any goods you might find).

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