i got the back gate key twelve years on just to move out. them back stairs are steep and winding. i found derek and he wants my italian glass table and bookcase. he took down my mothball reeking cedar chest and i dumped a couple junky pieces. i feel good. on the ride home i tried to cross a crosswalk by the fire station where a guy was putting up a new crosswalk sign and people stared me vehicularly and the sign man says wow look at you all crazy crossing at a crosswalk and i say oh yeah!