On Saturday, Nate, New Guy and I helped the Keysers move into their new place on the Westside. Besides helping out my friends, my moving karma required me to help. While in DC, I moved about a dozen times in about 10 years. Part of reason I moved to Chicago is that my friends refused to move me anywhere else in DC. I guess they got sick of moving my random possession which include a butter churner. Go figure. Luckily, the Keysers had moved almost everything minus the heavy stuff - like the washer and dryer. Not that bad. I wasn't sure why they were moving from a pretty sweet place in Beverly Hills, but once I saw the view from the bedroom - I knew why.