| I like my stuff.
Through most of the '80s and part of the 90's, I leased a 33,000 sq ft. ware house from the Army within an old ordance plant located in Nebraska. I used it to store folk's RVs, cars, etc.
I also used it for the base of operations of the Detail Shop. a low key but profitable car restoration business. During the course of all those years I accumulated tons of stuff - mostly car related.
I was a full timer and when I was "in Town" I just backed my 34" Avion into the warehouse and that was my home base. I had sewer, electric, and water. The water was not potable so I had to use bottled for consumption.
The warehouse was located at the receiving end of what they called a line. The other end of the line was where the completed munitions came out. The whole line was a fenced in area of about 25 acres. There were seven lines in all and mine was line 2. I was know by the locals as the hermit of line 2. In the evenings when "in port" , Zap, my lab mix, and I would run the perimeter. Me on my three wheeled bike and Zap on her four paws. We never had a break in and the gin induced sunsets were spectacular.
Well, to make this long story longer, the Army decided to return the land to it's former agricultural state and they evicted me prior to leveling the facility.
Sales, auctions, and the junk yard disposed of 4 restored Packards (sob) 33 parts cars - tons of parts - 2 old wooden boats - 3 bubble jute boxes - Thousands of old 45's - several complete sets of car magazines - tools - compressors - - the list goes on. I actually did my laundry in a old gas powered Maytag washer. I also had a manikin named Dorthy who always agreed with me. I remember she never changed cloths.
So - I miss my stuff. Each items had a story, a history, a memory. I'd still be there today - Me and ol Zap - running the perimeter long about sunset.
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