Brett was moving into his departed parents’ home. mom had recently died of cancer, five years his dad had died in his sleep. Brett he would also die in that now-empty house.

had hired two movers at $40 an hour. worked hard and fast. Brett was also impressed how they had maneuvered their large truck into tight loading area. Movers seemed to know lots tricks—some good, some not so good.

Brett was bachelor, but in the last 30 years he accumulated a lot of stuff in the various he had lived in. The movers were there the big stuff—the bed, chest of drawers with , refrigerator, computer desk, coffee table, dining room table, , stereo, sofa, and, of course, the books. Earlier, had packed more than a thousand books into boxes and sturdy paper bags. More books than would ever have time to read, unless scientists a cure for the aging process. What a that would be!

The movers were finished in four hours. Brett gave them each a $10 . He wondered if that would be an insult a compliment. They smiled and said thanks. He them he would meet them at the house a few hours.

The apartment now looked a bigger, but there was still a lot of to be done. All the big things were , but there were lots of smaller things. The cabinets were still full of dishes, plastic ware, canned and packaged food. All the towels, bedding, clothes were still in the bedroom and bathroom. the living room and hall closet were his clubs, fishing rods, and toolboxes.

He was going have to pack all this by himself and make many car trips to his parents’ house. had thought about asking his best friend for help, but then decided against that. Jerome had Brett make his last two moves. You can your friends to help you move only so before they start being less friendly. Brett decided, worse came to worst, he’d just pack all remaining things and then hire the movers again.