Packrat

I don’t know if he was a packrat but somehow an awful lot of stuff got saved … old letters, Christmas cards (“I paste over the writin’ and send ‘em out again!”) and enough ornaments for the Washington Mall. There was a stack of shoeboxes full of yellowing photographs and a half dozen busted lawnmowers in the garage. One day, I chanced to drive by his house. The curb was piled high. I stopped and asked. He said, “I heard the preacher say how you will never see a U-Haul trailer behind a hearse and that got me to thinkin’.”