Some of my best most favorite and most under utilized items have come from heaping piles of trash - all pre Katrina. I love all things rusted and under loved. These items must come home with me. I have abused many vehicles, relationships, and lunch hours to bring these items home. This is why I dont have children. There is no where safe and unrusty for them to play.
I found this chair on Magazine Street. It weighs more than a broken and unusable chair should be allowed to weigh. It has two missing panels on the front but just needs a big cushion in order to be semi safe. I dont really care. You can bury me with it and no I do not want to paint it.