This ain't Beverly Hills

One thing you do not get if you live in Beverly Hills but you do get in Highland Park (where Dave and I call home) is men knocking at your door at 7am offering to haul away all your junk. Dave and I had (HAD being the key work) plenty of it. Carpet, insulation, paneling, etc... the pile in the backyard was growing daily. But as of noon today it's all gone. Too bad too... I'm sure my Mom would have thoroughly enjoyed seeing it.