Hustling boxes in the west

I left San Francisco in 1997 just after thanksgiving. I packed up 9 boxes of everything I was and drove to Canada and left them there. Moving to Chicago in December and embarking on a year of loss and benefit, I moved back to San Francisco in 1999. 15 years later I drove to Denver with my 13 year old son and dog to retrieve them all and search the contents. We all bonded and became comfortable in the deep love we felt for each other. After I got back to SF I opened each box, mowing through the contents and sorting between trash, keep and unknown. On the 3rd box I laughed so hard I almost wet myself, by the 7th box I was crying.