Recently I began a new home renovation project, my biggest thus far…I’m moving my kitchen and raising the ceiling from 8ft to 12 feet. Doing this myself, this will without doubt take at least six months. At any rate, I’m off to a good start. My humble abode is about 150 years old; American Civil War era. I know to my friends in the EU and many other places a building that is 150 years old is not really that old, but on this side of the pond, a wooden structure of this age is pretty old (I’ve spoken of the history of my house and one of its first inhabitants before–who was also one of our area original bicycle advocates–to read that post, click here). Anyhow, this isn’t my first renovation project, but it is my first in a couple years. I always find it interesting as I’m gutting a room to see the craftsmanship that went into building it before power tools. And I am fully aware that I am destructing someone’s earlier construction. Often–when I remember–I’ll say a small prayer to the earlier inhabitants of this house and thank them but also let them know that I am simply upgrading the house to keep it standing. But is often the case, I am getting slightly off topic. I also find it very interesting when I find things in walls, ceilings, etc. This is what I found in the walls over the past week…a loose ring of pipe, two keys (which don’t look that old, but I wonder why they were hidden in a wall), a small glass bottle, and a Star of David ornament (this also, I wonder why it was in the wall). Some people find cash hidden in their walls, this is what I found. Anyhow, Happy Rosh Hashanah to my Jewish friend, both those I know personally and those that I’ve never met. Peace, Shalom, Salaam.