Talking About The Undiscovered Peace and Safety of a Salvage Yard
This subject has been on my mind for a long time. It's not a subject of glamour, fame, or heroic acts. This, my friends, is a short piece about the undiscovered peace found in junkyards. Yes, I said junkyards.
People for ages have harped on beauty and appreciation are all a part of how we perceive things or people. I guess that's a sound way of thinking. I too used to look at junkyards as just a plain ugly eyesore of metal and rubber that someone abused or misused and now living out the rest of its existence.
I love junkyards.
I can tell you flat-out that I love junkyards. I do not care where a junkyard may be. I love it. I love everything about a junkyard. Oh, excuse me. I was talking in the past terms. In today's society, junkyards have underwent a name change. They are now salvage yards because some wise people with cars that match some models laying out to rust-away in these salvage yards can buy auto parts from the salvage yard owners at huge savings.
That's only one beauty I find in a salvage yard.
Here are more that I pray that you will enjoy . . .
Read and learn.
- A salvage yard is the perfect place to hide from anyone. Provided that the salvage yard owner does not know you are in his lot. Think about it. In the thousands of cars and trucks, you have a lot of dry trunks, backseats to sleep on. Whooeee! Haven on earth. Just do not snore.
- In each rusting vehicle there is a lot of change from some lady's purse or some man's pocket. Lost while having a family vacation or some other outing--just laying underneath the seat of a backseat and possibly some cash that was lost and never found. If you make up your mind to hide-out in a salvage yard and want to go "mining" for lost money, you have to be extra quiet and work without being seen.
- The same idea about loose change being found in a rusting automobile, can be said about a half-written letter to someone named "Annie," from a "Billy Joe," who are now big singing stars in Nashville. That letter might be worth a buck or two.
- And besides loose change and vintage letters, there are ample supplies of cufflinks, jewlery, necklaces, and more jewelry that was lost heading to church because the family who owned this car was a big family and the kids were always pilfering in mom's purse without her knowledge. You have to think in terms of what kids would do inside a moving car in order to find some valuables at night or whenever you do your prospecting.
- But you have to be on your toes if you have a longing to spend some stolen time in a salvage yard. You have to know which cars or trucks are going to be shipped off to some company that will compact them into small metal squares and then shipped to a recycling plant that will melt the metal squares to produce more metal at a savings. Listen to me. You do not want to be cat-napping in a dry trunk of a car and suddenly you are jostled into the air and then slammed into a huge machine that is coming right at you to make the car smaller and you just a memory.
In this solitude found inside of a salvage yard you will be safe from:
- Bill collectors.
- Russian spies.
- Angry ex-wives who you haven't sent a dime in alimony for months.
- The I.R.S.
- Angry husbands who misunderstood what you and his wife were doing embracing in the bowling alley.
- Bosses who have threatened you for making him look foolish with a better way of producing shoes.
- Most violent gangs.
So you see, that doctrine of beauty and appreciation are only a part of your perception is true blue.
To live a successful "hobo's" life in a salvage yard, you must:
- Stock-up on food that isn't perishable such as vienna sausage, soups, and sardines. Unless you plan on eating out each night which can add up in monetary expenses.
- Bring a good supply of warm clothing.
- Learn how to use what water is available for shaving and bathing.
- Bring some magazines or books and a flashlight to read by night.
- Bring a blanket or two to use when the fall colors turn to winter cold.
- The salvage yard is very versatile. You can stay a few days in a savlage yard, then go back home and people, (especially hot single girls) will think you are oh so mysterious in your coming's and going's.
If I weren't so tied-up with hub-projects and such, I would be glad to be the first to volunteer for this rather unusual adventure.
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