I opened the dryer the other day only to have my entire youth spill out. All of the shirts with groovy patterns, the shirtwaist dresses, the schmattes with brand names like "Step n Go," were all getting a final wash before being sold. Mr Guy is cleaning the garage.
Every day there is a new pronouncement about the progress. Today I joined in, and pitched boxes and boxes and boxes of belongings that went with rooms we no longer occupy and people we no longer are. Mr Guy took the clothes to the place where I bought many of them twenty years ago and miraculously most were bought back. He's on a roll.
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