Now I finally have confirmation that I'm worthless.
The comedown occurs at a charity auction for PS 41, one of Manhattan's better (but still thirsty for money) public schools. I had received a letter at my real estate office asking me to donate money and/or goods to the auction gala, and I thought, "Hey, what a great idea."
So I searched my closet -- not hard, because the stuff I own is already overspilling the shelves -- and came up with a couple of pieces of jewelry I had never really worn. Yay, I thought, tax deduction. more...