The station wagon was full of the cellar junk I helped my father load. This was the first of what would be over a dozen trips in an attempt to de-hoarder the house. An attempt that ultimately failed.
As we drove to the landfill on the far side of the city, the sky filled with seagulls. I commented to the man at the junkyard gate that I was shocked to see so many seagulls a hundred miles from the ocean. He told me that I had a lot to learn about seagulls. I said no thanks. He laughed and waved.