I just moved into a rental in northern Virginia to be closer to Emma during her final year of high school, after which her mother intends that the two of them will move to Denver. I don’t know how often or when I’ll see my daughter after that. So a friend and I loaded up a PackRat container with what turned out to be 10,000 pounds of my stuff. When you consider that we come into the world with nothing and go out the same way, that’s a fantastic amount of crap. I don’t need about 80 percent of it. But I might someday. Besides, much of it, I figure—everybody thinks this about their own stuff—is worth money, if I could find the right place to sell it. Which would cost you more in time and effort than you’d reap. But human nature is, as David E. Petzal personifies, entrenched in its beliefs.