Following Rev. Paul’s move to their new home sparked a few memories.
Growing up my family must have moved at least a dozen times if not more. When I was in the 7th grade my parents were able to buy a small ranch where they stayed for several years. My father often said the best way to move was with a 5 gallon can of gasoline and a book of matches.
1970's found my bride and I living in a West Salt Lake City apartment. We bought a house in Granger and were in the process of moving when my father showed up. He was on his way to a fishing trip in Oregon but pitched in to help with the move. All the light stuff was already moved but the heavy furniture remained.
“Where is your hand truck” my father asked?
“Huh” was my reply.
Off we went to a rental yard and got a furniture hand truck. Damned if it didn’t make things easier and faster. Of course, there was the whole sotto voice remarks about raising a dumb kid, the picking up the car and setting it on the jack, etc. Still the help was most appreciated.
When we relocated to Seattle, I bought a used International 18’ box truck for the move. We got everything in it except the dog house. That got lashed to the back. Spoiled the otherwise professional look I believe.
That truck paid for the move. A plumbing contractor bought it for twice what I paid for it and was happy to get the truck. I was happy to sell it, profit or not, because I used it to commute for three weeks. Fun, fun, fun on Seattle hills and narrow streets.
After each move I swear it is my last one. I will undoubtedly be saying it again.
The definitive bumper sticker.
“Yes that is my truck. No I won’t help you move”
One hazard in writing a blog is being sidetracked. While looking for a photo came across this.
Two hours later returned to the search.
Seems fully restored El Caminos can bring as much as $100,000. Maybe less for this one.
Anybody interested in a project?
Probably should quit about now.