I have a couple of small collection boxes for odd screws, nuts and bolts upstairs here in the motor home. Some other odd stuff ends up there. I have a group of small magnets, for some reason. There are some little plastic tubes and little rubber bumpers I wonder where they came from. I think I have one loose sock in my drawer, waiting for its mate who will never show up. Why can’t I throw this stuff away? (That is not talking about what I have in the basement of the motor home.)
I knew Mr. Baker in Mt.holly. He was a trash man. After talking to him for awhile, I decided I could never be a trash man; I would collect half the stuff folks threw away, and never get through my route. Also I once talked to a man who was retiring from a small land fill. He was the only person who worked there. He told me he had been there for over thirty years. Her lived in the country and had two barns full of great stuff he had gleaned over the years. He was going to start selling it at the flea market for supplement to his retirement. Sounded very wise to me.
Now most men know why we keep this stuff. It is because we just might need it to fix something else. Funny thing, I can’t throw a pair of leather shoes away without cutting out the tongues.
Thanks for coming by the log
PS: Wisdom from a Missouri farmer.
Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose egg, depends a lot on the kind of chick he marries.
Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earnin' his salt that he forgets his sugar.