“Excuse me–could you help me, please?” I gasped. I clung desperately with quivering arms to the stack of books I was relocating from my car to the post office. I had managed to wedge my foot behind the glass front door, but dared not reassign a limb from the task of holding the books upright … Continue reading Requiem for a packrat; or, The day I lost 85 pounds on my lunch break