2009 Dodge Ram 1500: The True End of Childhood
August 07, 2009
"I don't know how many boxes I have" my girlfriend told me over the phone two weeks ago. "The last time I saw that stuff I was leaving for college."
When I was charged with this mission, the first thing I thought of was to make sure I get our Dodge reserved for the weekend.
A lot of people think that when you move out of the house, either going to college or some other change in life, that's the end of childhood. I don't think so. I think when your parents call you sometime in your late 20's to mid 30's, and tell you to get all your crap out of their attic/garage because they need the room, that's the true end of childhood.
I just hope our Ram is big enough for the untold stack of boxes waiting for me in a garage 400 miles away from Los Angeles. There could be stacks of J. J. Fad cassettes, various Body Glove stretchy shorts, a few ratty-ass Cabbage Patch dolls, assorted VHS exercise tapes missing their protective covers and a sprinkling of Badminton trophies to finish off this mess.
I hit the road in a few minutes. I have a lot of questions in my mind as I roll out: I hope that I've got enough cord. I hope I have enough patience. I wonder when I can get some lunch.
The one thing I'm sure? That stuff ain't coming into my place.
Scott Jacobs, Senior Photographer