THE JUNKYARD



When I turned 16 we had moved once again to a new neighborhood.
I got a job washing dishes and saved my money to buy my first vehicle, a 1965 GMC half-ton long bed pickup truck for $300.
It ran but needed a lot of work, especially body parts.

Every dime I got was put into that old bomb. One of our new friends in that neighborhood told us about a nearby junkyard where a lot of kids would visit late at night to get the parts they needed...