Not even four days past our closing, my parents had rented a van and were driving to Pennsylvania from Maine to bring me all my junk that had been clogging their basement for years. Lickety split! -- they journeyed south.
On the way, they stopped at my sister Martha's in Massachusetts to pick up some baby supplies Martha had generously donated to me. At around 11:00 I got an email from Martha saying that Operation Childhood Crap had just passed Check Point Baby Mountain and were heading hither. Here is a picture she took so that I could visualize:
You'll note the van is filled to the brim with goodies--new baby clothes! a beautiful dining room table from my Great Aunt Ruth and Uncle Willard -- and not so goodies -- a crate of my old yearbooks, musty childhood books, a whole bin of dolls....
And now a good portion of it is (temporarily) in my very own basement and attic. Ah, ballast!