This is a junkyard—the final resting place for the things we accumulate. Sooner or later, everything we own ends up here. Christmas and birthday presents. Cars, boats, and hot tubs. Clothes, sound systems, computer monitors, and barbecue grills. The treasures that children quarreled about, friendships were lost over, and marriages broke up over—all end up here. (I recommend taking a family field trip to a junkyard. It’s a powerful object lesson.)
