They say that we – as privileged American consumer people – tend to accumulate many more “things” than we actually need to be happy and function in life; we buy progressively larger homes and then immediately fill every nook and cranny with thigh-masters, seasonal candles, matchless socks, school projects, taxidermy, half-empty containers of weed killer and motor oil, and – in my case – incomplete socket sets.   1,077 more words