I’m self-appointed WLHA editorial director Grumpy Old Dan Smith and here’s what makes me grumpy. If you’ve lived in the same place for a while chances are you have at least one junk drawer. It’s that miscellaneous space where all the stuff that you’ll never use lives. A ball of twine, a few tubes of old glue, dead batteries in all denominations, the 49 card deck of cards for which no game exists. At my house I can count at least six such drawers. My cousin has an entire junk room—or how about a junk garage. I have two neighbors who have never parked their cars in their garages. Their junk, yes. Their cars no. But at least having junk drawers and spaces means you’ll always have something to do. After all, shouldn’t all that junk in your drawer fill at least two drawers…a room…a garage?