Last weekend, my neighbor, who knows my love of canning jars, stopped by to tell me he scored 20 boxes of jars at a nearby estate sale. He said he bought them all because his sister had recently expressed an interest in canning and he knew I would want some as well. Of course, I wanted some! I had to buy canning jars this year, and it killed me to pay full price for them. He said he didn't know how serious his sister was about canning, so I only took 1/2 and told him if she decided it was a passing whim to let me know and I would take the rest from him too. The kicker is most of them are still full of food ranging in dates from 1980 to 2005. Being full of food, the jars make me feel connected with someone I never met who spent time preserving food. It also makes me sad that 20 years later it still has not been eaten. I bet she never imagined they would receive a new start a few neighborhoods over.