I just came back from a cool-beans salvage yard in Jamesburg. Remember: not a junkyard. I suppose "junkyard" isn't euphemistic enough, but remember: One man's junk is another man's treasure.
Right. I was a major junk junkie as a kid. I adored garage sales. I bought lunchboxes, books, tchotchkes galore.
Now I'm more like my mom: I just think of these objects as more stuff to dust. So I have fun browsing, but mostly I keep my wallet to myself.
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