We arrived in San Diego with all we owned stuffed into a wee black Volvo 122S. That was 193. Today, I would pity the person who had to relocate our stuff even though we often go on throwing-away sprees. We have a four-bedroom house almost fully furnished with multiple offices and all the usual paraphernalia. If I ever have to move from here, I am farming the job out to six 20-year-olds with weight-lifter physiques.


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