J is for Junkyard
A junkyard was probably my husband’s second choice, if he hadn’t married me instead. Today we visited the one pictured, where we got a motor for the driver’s side window of our Pontiac, which was stuck open. On the drive we discussed the value of keeping and fixing old stuff, an idea close to our hearts. Old house, old cars, why, you might as well just call us Old-Fashioned. We won’t mind in the slightest.