I helped John move on Tuesday. Nick was a nice little brother and let me borrow his pick-up truck. And Dad showed me how to tie things down with the mexican tie off, and sailor knots, etc. Monday we packed all day. Tuesday...seemed to never end. Here are a frew highlights. The landlord was late. The room was dirty and furnished (un-benownst to us). The futon wouldn't fit out the door. John lost his wallet. The crazy-burnt-out lady from downstairs come up to complain about noise twice. We had to re-assemble the futon three times. And we got yelled at for parking in the loading zone at his old house.
But it's done!
I'm planning an All-American Independence Day Extravaganza. Red, white, and blue everything. Lots of Sousa Marches. And a few typical american BBQ menu items. All are welcome.
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