A couple weeks ago I moved a guy that was really into audio stuff. His place was filled with speakers. He loved them more than anything. They are his life. We move different things for different people. For him it was his speakers. For you it is books and lead.
Mike
September 15, 2013
[As I mentioned earlier I moved to a new clock tower on Sunday. Rather than climb all those stairs with all those heavy boxes, two gun safes, and other stuff I hired movers. For the most part Barb and I just directed and supported them with fluids and food. One of the movers was more chatty than the others and told me the story above.
Interesting observation even if it wasn’t entirely complete. He didn’t see the assembled bed or some of the other articles from that room.—Joe]
The last time I moved was pre-Y2K. I had many 5-gallon plastic buckets, and even more small, high-density boxes. The moving van might not have looked very full, but it drove like it had some serious tonnage. Next time I move, I think I’ll sell the gun safe with the house, and buy a new one… or two.
Clock tower?
His tongue-in-cheek reference to Charles Whitman.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Whitman
Sort of like his reference to the firing line at Boomershoot as “the grassy knoll.”