I will spare you a year of blog posts about emptying a family home. More fun than 37 trips to Goodwill, but only just.  On my last trip to the house, I couldn’t help but notice it was as if someone with my sense of humor had staged the joint just for me:

Time to get off the merry-go-round

Cause now is the hour for me to say goodbye….

This one's for you, Pa.

 

Time's up!

 

If a grandfather clock tolls in the front yard will a tree fall in the forest? No, just in the front yard.

…a few days before the buyers were to move in, blocking the street and annoying the neighbors.

On the whole, he (and my mother) would rather be in Philadelphia.

 

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