I was taking a trip through Central Iowa not long ago and driving down a main road outside of Pella just about sunset. It had been a long day of driving with about 12 hours under my belt when what should my wondering eyes should spot but a 50s style junk yard right beside the road. I was so stunned that I actually drove right by it without hitting the brakes. About a mile down the road it finally soaked in as to what I had just witnessed. It was 1960 all over again in this small stretch of road.
I spun around and went back. It was well past closing time but there was no fence so I wondered in. It was raining but I was determined to soak in this memory. I wondered about and didn’t find anything I couldn’t live without but everything had a price on the windshield (if it had one) and the prices seemed like a place to begin rather than a “Blue Light Special”.