On Being a Packrat, Redux

Almost a year ago to the day, I wrote about my grandfather and the amazing packrat that he was. In the final packing and moving of his belongings, I found a wallet with a rubber-banded collection of folded receipts, with a typed note on top. I finally found the note:

Useless Store SomewhereWhen I see this note, I think that perhaps my mother was right — she always said that since I’m an only child and I have no children of my own, the madness will stop with me! I think I’ll follow my mom’s example and put this over my desk. Maybe it will help.

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