I grew up in the Portland neighborhood in the West End of Louisville, where money was tight and ingenuity was valued above classiness. Even after a Portlandite moves away from Portland, those habits never really die. I think MacGuyver probably came from Portland.
So I gave the grill I immolated to someone who can repair it and I ordered a new one. In the belief that the new, taller, grill would have a new, taller, grill cover, I gave the dead grill’s cover away with it. While I wait for the new grill’s new cover (which is identical to the old grill’s cover, so the joke’s on me), I have to protect my precious new purchase from the elements.
And another member of the West End diaspora would look at that and say, “Portland.”
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A make-do solution.