Sounds i heard on the way to work this morning: something like 'ding ching a ling ding ding dang donk.' It sounded like a raggedy Gyspy caravan, or a penny-ante Deadwood saloon back in the day.
As i was rushing to work i saw a sweet kids piano on the side of the road. So of course i picked it up. I love things in miniature -- we now have two kids table sets, a mini kitchen, and the piano. If some little people come over, they are going to feel right at home. When my family lived in Germany we used to pick stuff up off the curb. People called it junking. I think a better word would be 'treasuring.'
Ding dang donk.