My Dad's always been a junker. I grew up with him bringing home treasures from the trash way before people were dumpster diving. He was a telephone repair man for 30 years and would be driving down the alley and spy something and then bring it home. It was always so exciting to see what he'd come up with. Because my sister and I would fight over who got the item-we soon had to take turns. It wasn't long before my mom wanted in on the action!
Now that I'm grown up and an ultimate junker(barn's full!), my Dad doesn't understand it! Well -how can he not!
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