“My wife and I bought an old house in Northern California in December of 1994. We bought it from friends, and in fact the great-grandfather of my buddy Mitch built the house himself. It’s about 50 years old, and pretty groovy in its own way. It seems that Mitch’s family didn’t like to throw anything away. They saved pretty much everything they could – when we moved in, the garage (which never had been cleaned out. It still hasn’t) looked like a storage closet. Small things, they stored in Band-Aid boxes.”
