Kadizzle slept so hard he had a hard time coming back to life. What a life to come back to. The insane clown is still in his circus tent. Insanity is raining down on our moving project. The Kadizzle family has never moved since 1976. Our last move from West Virginia to North Dakota was a joke. Kadizzle worked for Conoco at the time. Money was no object for the big oil company and they had a special division that moved people. Conoco paid about three thousand dollars to move about ten dollars worth of trash. We had nothing. The result was a full sized moving van with a pile of cinder blocks, and the most amazing thine a pile of firewood. Kadizzle did not know Winky was bringing the firewood when the truck pulled into the farmyard in North Dakota. Also on the truck was a five by five piece of marble we used for a table top. Now when we need that truck, we are trying to move with a wheelbarrow. The house is strewn with boxes and fribble frable. We have rented a storage shed.
Storage sheds are the bain of the country and say so much about what we have become. There is almost one storage locker for every home in Hazen. Storing crap is the new American dream. The curse of the countryside is steel buildings. We import giant shiploads of recycled trash from China and store it in metal sheds. We live by the motto " Someday I am going to need that " . Then you die and your kids say" What in the hell did he save that for?" Sitting over there on the kitchen island is a set of carving knives, a very expensive set we got for our wedding two hundred years ago. Maybe once we used those knives. There is so much that was purchased to feel like we were prosperous, but never used.
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