The Story: The Coca-Cola Crate

I wasn’t expecting how sentimental this old wooden Coca-Cola crate would become. “This was my father’s,” he said as he handed it to me. He died several years ago, and this crate was one of his dad’s personal belongings. His dad had used it to organize little pieces of hardware in jars: one square for screws, another for nails, another for who knows what else. He kept it in his garage. Funny how resourceful we can be when we have both will and necessity.