We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
There are people out there, similar to these guys, in almost every town. Probably quietly psychotic, or with folie a deux, or some personality disorder or dysfunction, or, maybe, just messy people. OCD? I doubt it. Eccentric is the best word.
Cleaning up is a hassle, isn't it?
Hoarders, whether of money or of things, miss out on all of the joys and adventures of life. They "plan" for a future which will never arrive, and then they die. Very sad to waste a life that way - a life which is a gift of God. God invited us to trust Him, and to accept His abundance. Hoarders (and I do not mean ordinary, wholesome, prudent folks) reject His offer of "life in abundance," and thus reject Him. It's a big mistake.
And I know I will get to that Aug 2008 New Yorker one of these days, when I get the chance. A photo of the Collyer brothers' house in NYC:
The Collyer bros were always a constant reference around my house growing up. My grandfather had similar traits. We filled up 2 30 yard dumpsters when we cleaned out his house on Rutland Rd in Brooklyn. Not to mention two truckloads of brass and bronze scrap that we sold.