Roy, Roy, Roy....

Jeeze 'O Pete, brother. You and I could spend a month or two swappin' pile stories.

Have you shown this thread to your wife? I tried to show it to the P-Vine but all that did was get the ol' gal really cranked up. But, even without her reading it, I did notice her actually throw a few old catalogs away. Now, 10,116 more and we'll have a catalog-free home. Wierd thing is that she rarely buys anything from a catalog so why she need a 10,116 of 'em is way beyond me.

I remember once when I was working as a social worker getting a referral to see this old lady who was living in a house in South Richmond. Well, I went to see her, knocked on the door to find the poor woman living in a space about the size of a jail cell with the rest of the house completely filled with old newspapers. there were 18 inches walk ways thru the house but other than the one chair on the little area by the front door and the toilet there was not one place to sit. That woman even slept in that chair. Hey, don't ask me. I passed the referral onto adult protective services because her piles were endangering her life. Whew.

Hope it doesn't get to that with us, Roy...

Bobert