The move went very well. The guys worked tremendously hard. I very much appreciate the excellent work of Von Paris–the office and the crew. The movers were energetic and very accommodating; e.g., taking on the challenge of an Ikea day bed that required taking apart and putting back together again, and squeezing a ridiculously heavy double recliner through a townhouse door. What I admire the most was the honesty of the movers. I totally forgot that I left behind the few valuable pieces of jewelry I have (my grandmother’s diamond engagement ring from 1923, the gold Tiffany earrings from an aunt who let me live with her and gave me a start in my professional life, and a delicate gold necklace with tiny emeralds from my mom). When the room was emptied and I was sweeping up, I discovered them where I had left them, on the floor beneath my bureau, several velvet boxes, untouched. Aside from the monetary value (they would have been so easy to pocket and easy to sell) I would have been heartsick to have lost these treasures, which were once worn by women I loved very much. In the flurry of activity, I said something to Alex, and I don’t know if it was passed on, but I am so grateful for his and the young men’s honesty.