Yesterday I was unloading some trash at the landfill and a guy pulled up alongside me with a truck full of vintage stuff (I could see military uniforms, Roseville and Hull pottery, paintings, two beautiful floor lamps, fly rods, oak chairs, etc. who knows what was in all the closed boxes and bags). Since the guys that work there were watching like a hawk (no one but them is allowed to “salvage” anything) I gave him my card and told him to call me if he had other stuff. His reply: “This is my last load! I’ve been hauling stuff every day for the last two weeks. We have lived in the house for 33 years since my parents who lived there passed away, and when the house sold we had less than a month to move. This was the only way I could think of to get rid of everything on short notice.”
Postscript:The guys at the landfill must have been watching for his truck, next time I’m giving them my card!