One afternoon last summer, I went to the hardware store, bought a length of clothesline and 100 wooden clothespins, went home, and hung out the wash.
It was the first summer in my 14 years in St. Paul that it had occurred to me to do this.
Our house came with a sturdy white hook embedded in the side of the garage, and, across the yard, a tall pole with a white iron ring. It wasn't until last summer that I realized what they were for -- that stretching a line between them gave me a way to dry my clothes.
Hanging wet clothes on a line is, of course, the current "green" thing to do; everything that is old is new again, and all that. Like riding your bike to the farmers market.
Clotheslines save money, conserve electricity and burn calories. They give me sheets that smell of the sun and towels that, admittedly, feel like sandpaper.
They have also been banned in several suburbs and neighborhoods.
Some homeowner associations maintain that laundry is ugly, low-class and unsuitable for public display. Apparently it's not something that people who have paid top dollar for their condo want to look at on a summer afternoon out on the deck.
There's also a fear that the sight of clothes flapping on the line could bring property values down (as if they weren't dropping enough already).