I was born a poor dumb Norwegian back in the 1900’s. They tell me it was 61. I never really did click with playmates but I loved JUNK. My life plan at around 6 years old was to be a garbage man so I could go through all the good junk people dumped. I was collecting car parts off abandoned cars for my dream car at around 10. Mom & Dad gave me a wrecked car around that time and it kept me busy for hours cutting and hacking away at it. I got it running and drove it around the field. It seems like back in them days there were a lot of abandoned cars and back field dumps and just plain good all-around junk that a kid could keep him busy rooting around in, especially when you hit on an occasional Playboy. LOL I eventually found the crowd that I would click with, it was the drug crowd. It seemed like there was always something for sale and I didn’t spend all my money on drugs so I had some left over for buying stuff that caught my eye. I think I always had an entrepreneurial spirit and would build stuff to drag around the neighborhood to sell and make money (wind chimes, trellises, painting and mowing). My grandpa’s name was “Trading Oscar” and I suspect I have some of his blood in me because I really enjoy trading. Grandpa traded an old car for a team of hoses and started thrashing outfit in Cheney Washington. The first pump I bought back in the 1900’s, I think around 89 brought back the memories of walking from the Cheney farm into town wandering around in the truck junk yard then to the Gull station to ask for Gull or Gulf stickers, ***** I can’t remember. I have a slight memory of jumping up and down on a white piece of sheet metal at the junk yard. I would love to know if I was jumping on a sign. I still like junk and feel more comfortable around a pile of junk than a crowd of people.
