End of an Era

Emptying Out the House

We are in Ann Arbor tonight, spending our last night at Chez Harry’s, ever. As you can see from the photo, things have been significantly cleared out. Harry, Jane, et. Al. have done a monumental job of moving stuff out of the house. What stuff that is still in the house has a well-defined exit strategy that should be implemented by the time we return from up north. The night before and after our flights to and from Boston, we will be hoteling it. Harry should be proud of what he has accomplished, because earlier this week, while on a walk through the rich neighborhood that adjoins our little slum, we saw a very sad sight. A home there had a dumpster parked in the street before it and not one of those small dumpsters, but a walk-in one, as big as they come. Half-a-dozen people were carrying stuff out to it, in a seemingly never-ending fire bucket brigade. It was a sad sight to see, a sight that Harry has avoided in his own case.

Soon after we arrived in town, Harry whisked us off to his new place, All Seasons, which I keep wanting to call Four Seasons, as in the Philly lawn and gardening place, but that’s just me. It is brand new, has excellent curb appeal and at the moment is less than a third full. Dinner was excellent. Harry had the lamb chops, Anne had their Whitefish, which had a fancy Italian name, bronzini, and I had a filet minion. Like I said, the food was excellent, but the best part of the meal occurred after we were done eating. First one and then another and another resident came to the table to introduce themselves or rather reintroduce themselves. Invariably, their first question asked was are you Harry R? One, Gordon, Harry had hired as a French teacher lo these many years ago. Further, Harry also hired a woman, who later became Gordon’s current wife. The wife of another teacher friend later reintroduced herself by way of saying, “It really is a small world after all.” Cue the music, Jane. She still has a drink recipe that Harry had shared with her many years ago and has invited him over for drinks. 

Back-and-Forth

Back-and-Forth

It is one heck of a commute, going to the cabin that is. We are almost ready to go north again, for the second time this summer. It is minimally about 750 miles one-way, if we drive straight there, but we’ll be going through Ann Arbor, which divides up the drive into two days, but also lengthen it to about 900 miles. Still, that’s not as bad as Dan and Britt’s drive from Brooklyn which is almost 1,000 miles. Dan and Britt are already at the cabin, for the second time this summer. The first time they went to the cabin, it was done by coming through Saint Louis first. He is sure putting the miles on the old Prius. We gave him the car in late 2019, after we had first acquired the RAV4. It had been newly re-plated that year, so those plates still had another year-and-a-half left on them. In fact, they just expired yesterday. When Dan was last in Saint Louis this year, in June, we had tried to retitle the car, but the title still showed the lien from Toyota that had been placed on the car when we first bought it. That loan was paid off in 2016, but I couldn’t find the lien release letter in our files. Since then, I have been struggling mightily to get a new copy sent to us. Finally, one arrived today. I have been going back-and-forth with Toyota trying to get them to send me the document, which after numerous requests of them has finally arrived, a day late, but hopefully, that won’t matter, since Dan will be putting on New York plates, when he gets back there. So long as he doesn’t get pulled over and stays out of Missouri, this state’s arcane licensing laws shouldn’t kick up dust elsewhere.