When I was very young, my parents moved from Idaho to Wyoming. I must have been...oh, probably about 5 years old at the time.

I remember only two things from the move. The first was that the moving van ran out of gas on the trip. My father walked to a gas station to get a can of gas, and then, lacking a funnel or spout or any other way to pour it into the truck's gas tank, he tried to make a funnel out of a styrofoam cup. Gasoline and styrofoam do...interesting things.

The second was staying in a horrible motel with green carpet and a stuffed fish on the wall. The TV set had a remote control that was wired into the television by a long cord, which is one way to make a TV remote, although a particularly inelegant one.


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