        The neighbors probably wonder if I’m losing my mind.  Hell, I wonder if I’m losing my mind.  For as long as he could remember, he’d been obsessed with neatness—a place for everything, and everything in its place—but the car was still mostly packed from his short trip up north.  It was anybody’s guess what was in the cooler, now.  Probably best to just throw the whole thing in the trash.  Of course, he wouldn’t do that.  It’d served him well for over a decade; a little bleach and it would be good as new.