Last night, we cleaned out our basement, getting rid of in the process a whole bunch of stuff (tattered clothes, expired medicine, six-year-old spices). One of the things we trashed was our old 27" TV set. There's something wrong with the picture tube, and I couldn't imagine anyone buying it after turning it on and seeing all the fucked-up white lines, so we just decided to leave it in the alley for anyone who wanted to pick it up. Astoundingly, it was still there this morning -- astounding because, this being Chicago, you can pretty much leave a 20-pound bag of shit in an alley and someone will come by and take it. Even more astoundingly, I almost killed myself getting the fucking thing down the stairs; either it weighed a lot more than I remember -- let's say about 500 pounds -- or age is catching up with me and I'm not the mighty mighty man I used to be.
Can it be? Is it possible I'm no longer the world's strongest asshole?