A Christmas Journey: Ghost of the Past

Just because you reserve a U-Haul doesn't mean it's guaranteed. In fact, to U-Haul it means diddly. Even if you explain that you're moving 1,000 miles across three states in the middle of winter. They shrugged. So much for planning. The year was 2,001, two days before Christmas, Mr. Bumble and I arrived at the … Continue reading A Christmas Journey: Ghost of the Past