I can remember various furniture items that have been a part of and then left my house without much fanfare. Very few of the things that I have sold had any sentimental value at all. Three pieces of furniture are the exception...they float through my memory on a whim and instantly make me feel deep down remorse. Long lost item number one: a dresser that my Mom had given me. This dresser had been mine since I was 3 years old. It was ugly, dog-bitten, crooked, and crayoned. I sold it. To this day I wish that I had k... read more