The story of how 135 pounds of package arrived at my door is interesting. 
I was contacted by a fellow who had his Father's collection, and his father had been gone for a long time. And now he himself was facing eviction and housing issues, and he was concerned two suitcases of his father's collections would go into trash. He asked if I'd help.
I said sure, and the load off his mind was immeasurable. I had a local person (the donator was in London) come by and pick up the material, and take it in. The pickup volunteer spent months sorting the papers up, packaging them, and then got busy.
About a year later, volunteer contacted me and said it was ready to go, and it was sent to me. 135 pounds of it. And now it's being scanned.
It's over 5,000 phone-booth-dropped UK Escort Cards.
I know, weird as hell, but his dad's idle hobby (the cards were collected over 40 years) was this son's last connection to his dad, and by offering to be a place for these, he faces his own housing and live challenges knowing that whatever happens, he took care of his dad's stuff
And I can totally sympathize that when you're looking at shelters and hauling around boxes of your own stuff, knowing that you don't have to think about it at all is what's really important here.
Anyway: Contact me about your stuff.
Anyway: Contact me about your stuff.
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