A 1934 Johnson Outboard motor, 27 wood pallets, a case of 16 penney rusty nails, and tons of old, manufactured items produced by people who are long dead, round out the list of items laying around Fred’s yard. He became a certified junk magnet, and any gizmo, contraption, or thingamabob pounded out by human hands became a prized item that deserved a location in Fred’s yard. Hoarders or stuff scavengers can show up in either sex, although the female version will only hoard lighter, glittery objects that will accessorize her outfits. Males will drag home a broken Sherman tank given an opportunity. The deep underlying cause of this behavior is an emotional attachment to the parents, grandparents, or great grandparents who grew up in the 1930’s Depression Era. Back then, you saved everything because you had nothing. It was a survival tactic. Nowadays, it’s a display of pseudo wealth because most of the junk isn’t worth shit. However, at times, someone is lucky enough to save the right crap and it becomes a collector item. It’s gambling in a different form that might put the junk collector’s kids in Cadillac bucket seats. Ya just never know what will become valuable in the future. Instilling frugality in your children will pay off in spades as they eventually will drag home free shit, sit on it, and then make out selling or charging people to see it. An example is the Al-Khufu Family of Cairo, Egypt, who saved and stacked rock blocks for 4,500 years, and now they make a fortune selling tours to see their 3 hoarded Pyramids. You might want to start scavenging scrap yards looking for old polio iron lungs or the more recent Covid-era built ventilators and stick them in your yard. Someday, your gang will be sitting on Easy Street, unless your community makes you get rid of it because it upsets others. That is why murder was invented.
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