Ahhh the memories. When I think about all the rubber band planes, gliders and kites I bought when I was a kid(I still am). It still amazes and tickles me on where I got the money to buy these treasures. My mother would yell at me asking where I got the money? "Mom, I told you this before!! I got the money from the local junk yard!"
There were 6 local junk yards in my end of town, three within a 1/4 mile of each other. I would spend a Saturday morning, or most any weekday during the summer, scrounging around the newly junked cars filling my pockets with loose change. On a good day I would walk out with $20.00 easy. Of the six, three are gone to development and EPA.
I wonder to think how many thousands of dollars are destroyed each year in loose change in junked cars?

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