I love stuff that weighs nothin': gourds. I love stuff that weighs gobs: concrete. I've been in concrete mode lately. I've mowed around the damn iron bed spring for years. It has grown progressively more entangled in weeds because I've grown progressively less inclined to move the sucker, mow, move it back. I'm anal about my landscaping and the situation reached critical mass: I had to do something with the bed or toss it. As if that would happen.No shock to those who know me, I've been collecting Mexican beer bottles for years. The kind with screened labels [...]