why i should not have a truck

Traveling with me is a nightmare. Everything you see in the photograph above has been transported by me in my truck—most recently the flowered couch that used to be Barb's that I moved to the NYC apartment, took the covers off, bought material in Providence, transported it and the covers to Missouri to be copied by an upholsterer, back to to NYC and then by ferry, couch and covers (left), to Block Island.