In the basement of my apartment building, in the West End of Vancouver, Canada, stands "the grey box", wooden, with a hinged lid, on legs. There's also an old carpet laid out beside it. On a bulletin board nearby there's a sign that says: "Feel free to take anything left in this area, or the contents of -- THE GREY BOX". People leave things there all the time - amazing things. This blog is about what I've taken from the grey box - literally and figuratively.