You know you have great friends when, every 2 or 3 years you telephone your friends and reluctantly ask for their help in moving the lifetime of crap you’ve acquired and they come, time and time again, they continue to come, flying in like superheroes to rescue you. I have those kinds of friends and I am incredibly grateful for each and every one of them.
After we were done loading up everything my son admitted that this was the most satisfying of all of my moves for him… I later discovered why. He and one of his friends hauled my very large, very heavy Quasar television to the dumpster. That thing would have worked for another 20 years. Quasar’s never die! And, he threw a full-size solid oak entertainment center down a flight of stairs (which he’d wanted me to get rid of for at least 7 years) and, to his delight, shattered it.
The next morning he told his grandmother it felt like Christmas morning! He’d gotten rid of my two most difficult pieces to move and I am leaving the state he lives in. SCORE!
Anyway, aside from that, all went smoothly with the strength, power, drive and determination of 8 wonderful friends at my side.