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Draplin Design Co., North America
August 07, 2003
Posted at 03:16 AM



So I’m sitting there, lovingly waiting for Big S to warm up a bit–in the brisk August morning–and I look down the driveway to a rough lookin’ pile of trash that is scattered about around the recycle zone, and something catches my eagle eye.

Bold color, flames, logs, screenprintin’…

I climb out of the cockpit and make my way back to investigate. What I find next is starts my day with a smile.

There’s this fold-out cardboard fireplace set, complete with the most amazing little logs/faux firepit piece. Mindblowing craftsmanship, from the ’50s?, ’60s?…thrown out to the wind.

I manhandled the piece out of the wreckage and stomped away victorious.

Real good. File this gem under: “Treasures.” Item number: “DDC.FFF.684.”

This item enjoyed a full day of being “a bit hit in the office,” warming up those cold-blooded greenhorns who complain about the CINCO Central Air System’s heavenly BTU’s.

There Are 11 Comments

No mention of the manhandling (womanhandling?) at the lanes?

Posted by: Rod on 08/07/03 at 6:27 AM

Does a mom’s heart good to see her son’s recycling efforts…..and it goes without mention the depth of emotion your dad will feel when I make him sit and look at your latest site offerings…….

He’ll say something like, “That’s my boy……,” “….trained him well, shitchyah….”

The subliminal messages of “finding” goodies at whatever trash pile, garage sale, flea market have been deeply rooted in your subconscious mind…. (I do remember one of our antique oak commodes were found on US 31 south of Petoskey on a trash day in the early 80’s…..there’s a story for every piece of ‘found’ furniture - your dad can remember the year, the place and the price)

The only difference between this obsessive/compulsive disorder that you and your dad enjoy is that you categorize and assign a file no. to the item, while your father just assigns a spot on the wall or the ceiling or a void in the crevasse of his ‘workshop’……

Maybe when you come home, you guys can squeeze in a day of scrounging around for some treasures…..”hey, you just never know.”

Posted by: momma d. on 08/07/03 at 7:10 AM

Momma D, You sure are lucky to have those two men in your life. My girlfriend proudly wears her new button with your husband on it. I don’t know if I can let him back in my house, might lose my lady to him!! How was the Polka Fest? Maybe I’ll make it next year.

Posted by: Rod on 08/07/03 at 7:53 AM

An excellent found item indeed. The faux fireplace looks to be in great condition. Nothing like finding some treasures that about to be forgotten and trashed.

Posted by: Naz on 08/07/03 at 8:10 AM

Rod, thanks for the praise of the draplin males, they are in a league of their own…..

Please try and make it to the Cedar Polka Fest next year; it gets better each year and you’d fit in with us……you might even get a free tour through the draplin museum of horrors (the homestead)…..and, Jim always boasts of ‘a hundred beers’ in the refrigerator at all times (in case of an emergency)…..

Posted by: momma d. on 08/08/03 at 7:49 AM

So anyway, I’m talking to my dad and he says,

“I’m rearranging some of my treasures and I made a discovery: I have walls!”

Posted by: Draplin on 08/08/03 at 8:25 AM

That “Polka Fest” will fucking kill you. Talk about getting totally fucked up! I’ve been once, and not sure if I can even drink like that again. It was a blast.

On another note…Where the hell did Jim find walls? I’m shocked! :-)

The entire Draplin family is in a league of their own……After all…they had the Steele’s to follow after. LOL BE NICE!

I think one of the funniest things I’ve heard Jim say was when we were leaving one of Sarah’s graduations…we were getting into the car, and Sarah’s freind Kate needed a ride. (Her and some other babe) Anyway, they get into the car, and Jim is telling them…”PUT ON YOUR SEAT BELT!! I don’t want you falling out of the car because there is a hundred dollar fine for throwing shit on the highway!” That was great!

Hope you’re doing well Aaron!

Posted by: Uncle Terry on 08/08/03 at 9:27 AM

The jokes……how fucking scary that Aaron and I are turning into him!!!!!!! I constantly find myself cracking one of his jokes and then saying “my dad always says that.” I feel a slight sickness in my stomach after I catch myself telling one of his lame jokes because I’ve cringed at each one over the years.

I think the dad’s “Draplin humor” is a sickness but those fucking jokes (like the fine for throwing shit on the highway, which I used this past Saturday when Dad got into the car) have been drilled into our minds for over 25 years…..I guess anything you hear 864 times will eventually stick!

My favorite joke was told by dad while my friend Moni and I were enjoying a wonderful meal at Leo’s Country Oven (Dad-s favorite restaurant in Detroit…..gotta go there if anyone’s ever in the area- to set some country luvin’). He told us about the time he and a woman (who was not my mom b/c he is not allowed to use her in any jokes) were up at lovers lane and their car got stuck in the mud. So, he pushed a little, she pushed a little, he pushed a little, she pushed a little and then they got out and pushed the car. Moni and I screamed in the restaurant…see, every once in a while the old gut comes up with a new joke….or maybe I’m just getting old enought to hear the dirty ones.

Terry…it was Kate and Holly in the car that day!!

Posted by: Sarah on 08/08/03 at 9:42 AM

The guy is brilliant. Polish Genius.

…or maybe just an “Idiot savant?” Yeah, let’s go with that one.

Posted by: A Proud Son on 08/08/03 at 1:15 PM

I really like your web site. Why don’t you ever call me? You’ve been so distant since that one special weekend when you duct taped my face between your butt cheeks while you ate Taco Bell. Maybe we can get together again and just make out. I miss you very much.

Posted by: Douglas Lamar on 09/15/03 at 9:27 AM

I really like your web site. Why don’t you ever call me? You’ve been so distant since that one special weekend when you duct taped my face between your butt cheeks while you ate Taco Bell. Maybe we can get together again and just make out. I miss you very much.

Posted by: Douglas Lamar on 09/15/03 at 9:27 AM