When I was eight years old my dad got a job at the Houston Astrodome and we moved from New Jersey to Texas. I remember the day the huge orange truck arrived, Allied Van Lines emblazoned on the side. I remembered thinking “why do they call themselves van lines instead of moving company?” As the movers unloaded, I went through each box labeled “Mike’s Room” looking for my most prized possessions - my two briefcases of matchbox cars. When I was done with my boxes, I went through every other box in the house, to no avail. I pleaded with the movers to look again in the truck, to make sure there weren’t any hidden boxes left behind. The Allied Van Lines truck left our house and soon after I gave up hope of ever seeing my beloved cars again.