I remember that from going through Ken’s Dad’s stuff when we moved him him out here so I could take care of him. It was Ken, me, Linda, Russ, Lori, Steve, Ron, Bev and Tammy cleaning out Spike’s apartment - apartment, not house - and it still took us 3 days. I’ve reminded Ken of that time and time again - our kids don’t want any of that junk, anymore than Ken wanted his Dad’s. The garage, the storage unit (8x12), his side of the bedroom closet, and now my sewing camper look just like his office. And I haven’t made a dent in it today. Example: In 2001 the Masons of Lovell started a motorcycle raffle. In January of 2002, the winner was drawn, and the bike delivered. Wanna buy some raffle tickets? We still have 200 of them left - the printer made an error so we couldn’t use those tickets and had to reprint all new ones to sell. Yep. Like that.
I just now told him that I’m contacting the town, having a double dumpster plunked down in the driveway, and if we fill it ten times then we fill it 10 times, but this crap has got to go. Period.
I’m sure he’ll resume speaking to me tomorrow - or the next day.