Dino

So maybe you remember the fiasco with selling my antique armoire last March.

While my armoire had to be destroyed, the inner piece that was custom-built inside the armoire survived. 

So I decide to try and sell it for $60.

It's a great piece for storage. There must be someone who wants it. I post it on Craig's list. 

It takes a while to find the right buyer, but today he is found. His name is Dino.

Within a couple of texts, we negotiate a price of $50, and today Dino comes to pick it up.

Immediately upon meeting him I just know, here is a very nice man.

And a loquacious one.

It doesn't take long to learn that Dino —

• lives in Queens, in the same house where he grew up.
• is Greek and a good cook.
• has a wife in her early 30's while he's 62. 
• asked his daughter if she were okay with his dating such a young woman; the daughter approved. (I like that he cared enough to ask his daughter's permission).
• has two little kids, younger than his grandkids.

I even meet his wife on Facetime. She seems great, and his two babies are adorable.

DIno arrives totally prepared — Blue tape to seal the doors of the storage piece.  And a pully cart to transport the piece out of my apartment and outside to his waiting SUV.

Here's a guy that gets things done. I can tell. 

And he's meticulous. I see it in the way he tapes the doors and smooths down the tape with his hands, making it obvious that not only does he get things done, but he gets them done perfectly.

There are no pretenses about Dino. He says, "I'm in love with life." And I can tell that he is.

After he leaves, I notice the bolt of blue tape still sitting on my table.  I text him to let him know. 

And then he sends me his address, telling me if I'm ever in his neighborhood to stop by.

Such a nice, nice man.

My little storage piece has found its way to an excellent new home.