When Alex was four or five, we walked down the street to an estate sale at the big, blocklike two-story Craftsman house which loomed just a little higher on the property's raised grade. We admired the treasures left by the neighbor we had not known, an elderly music teacher. We were both impressed with the collection of sheet music and the open wooden cabinets in which they were filed horizontally.
Later, Alex reported at home: "When people are going to die, they put a FOR SALE sign in front of their house, and then they die."