Mrs. B and I took a trip over to Hinksey Heights to play some disc golf. After that, we wandered over to a shop/shack/barn/hut next door that advertises itself as selling "neo-Steptoe furniture and curios." Read: bit of a junk shop. In an old shed out the back, I found these two buckets of casters, the labels of which entertained me in a Lynyrd Skynyrd-style.
