The stuff may be gone but memories still remain

The last of a number of dump loads hit the scales at the Valley Transfer Station at a shade over 760 pounds.

In large part this was not unlike a hundred other trips to unload a trailer full of junk, but there were some differences, most notably this time my wife was riding “shotgun.”

This was not a first I was reminded, but relatively rare. Sexist as it is, I do the dirty work at the dump, she scrubs the toilets at home – neither being either of our favorites but jobs that must be done.

Coupled with a meeting at the closing attorney’s office in just a few days to sign the final papers, one of...