Moving, when you actually have assets, is apparently a big business. The moving guy--I think his name was Sam--said his truck got six miles to the gallon. "When i fill up," he said, "it's a thousand bucks."
Rebecca, most recently from Atlanta, was upstairs checking off her boxes on an official looking sheet. The furniture was shrink wrapped, but Rebecca's couch was missing a leg.
"It's the south," Sam said. "The foot probably broke off on the way to the warehouse. They don't care. It's a different game down there."
"Hey," he also said hopefully. "Where we going to dinner after this? DiMillo's?"
great photos!
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