Spring Cleaning, Country Style
By Eleanor Michael
“Scrap metal pays good now,” the head junkman said. “I’ve got a flat-bed truck with a winch that can load and haul it all.” He chuckled. “I’ll take more than one trip to the yard, and I’d better send an extra man.”
They took away: White Mercury station wagon filled with car parts – lug nuts to carburetors. A Dodge parked pickup truck with a cut-up windmill and a 318 engine block in the box. Woody wagon, cement mixer, metal clothes line poles the elm tree fell on. One non-running riding mower, three junked push-types, old wheelbarrow sans wheel, two rusty hog feeders, one water-well jack pump, and one wringer-type clothes washer. But not my nephew’s dune buggy.
A Conclusion: In time, one must part with things that have become old friends. Still it seems one cannot sell one’s dreams. Even after word got around. And he had several serious offers.
