By ANGEL KANE
Wilson Living Magazine
So the call came in about 8:30 Tuesday morning. Our storage unit had been broken into.
When Brody called me from the unit, I could hear the anger in his voice.
“Nothing is missing! They took nothing! Do you believe that? But they broke my $20.00 lock. That just ticks me off!”
“Are you sure? Everything is there? My two sofas are there? My brown velvet pillows, my glass end table with the scratch, the set of plates I had in college, what about my Santa painting?”
“It’s all here. Even the thieves don’t want your stuff!” (Still angry)
My stuff has been a source of contention for many years. It’s not that I am a hoarder, by any means. It’s more like I’m a collector of...stuff.