Having taught school for so long, I am hard pressed to express my happiness in finding this one and bringing it home. It's heavy, and is larger than it looks in the picture. Here's how I came to get it. Nita and I rode to a storage room in McCalla where a guy was selling furniture he and his wife had collected for fifty years. The desk was right by the door, and it was the first thing I saw that I knew was good . Turned legs, original hinges, that pumpkin-orange color, no major repairs or replacement parts, and a brown interior that only age could create. When I saw the prices, my heart sank a bit, but I remained calm as usual and showed no emotion. The man had everything priced sky high, and I knew we could buy little to nothing. I did a quick walk through while he and Nita talked about his terms and prices. He had told her the night before that she could take anything she wanted on consignment, but now he had changed his mind and wanted only to sell f...