11-03-2016 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 4 thoughts on “11-03-2016” Add yours You just described my father. Good one. Reply Clever… Reply Ooh what a beautiful piece, I like it. Reply For a while I was a “picker” to earn a living and keep money in my pocket for food and pay for parts to keep my ancient truck running. In many ways, it was a fascinating occupation. Wandering the streets and searching…The stuff I would find! Cigarette making machines, electric guitars some kid had trashed, full bottles of good booze, and one time a beautiful wooden toolbox full of taps and dies along with other tools-That box holds someone’s life in it. Everything else I sold, but not the toolbox. Make no mistake, IT found me, not the other way around. I love your stories! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.