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Standing in line at the usual home store in front of a man, late thirties, handsome-ish, who had a cart filled to overflowing with every basic household necessity--a shower curtain, a few towels, a bath mat, sheets, mini-blinds, a box of dishes and another of glasses, coffee maker, dish drainer, a towel rack. Strange, I thought. Those purchases. He looked a little too old and well established (his Brook's Brothers suit suggested) to need everything--like he was moving out of Mom's for the first time. And he was certainly too young to be sending the first born off to college. I gazed down to the shelf underneath the cart where he had stuffed an area rug, and saw two garbage cans. Ah.

"She even took the garbage cans?" I asked.

"She took the garbage bags." He answered.