I found a nice apartment, but I wanted to be sure the neighborhood was right. I don’t know if I knocked at her door, or if she was on the porch. She told me her husband was a union organizer. Perfect! I wanted to work for a union.

We rented a truck, and loaded up in the morning, drove all day, got to our new place in the late afternoon. This time we had empty the truck, and carry everything up to the second floor apartment. It was just two of us, me and my girlfriend.

We were maybe halfway done, when my arms started cramping up. It was a hot July day, and I hadn’t been drinking much. We had gotten to the most heavy things. There was no way we were going to be able to finish the job. Out of desperation, I asked the neighbor across the street for help, simply because I knew he had gone to the school we were moving from. He agreed, and saved the day. That’s not something you can ever forget.

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