The more I think about that day Fred was showing me the stash , the more that comes back. yes there was little tiny black machines piled up. serpentine/ turtle back shaped ones. The treadles, and the massive doll collection, glass ware up the ya hoo, hit n miss motor shovels hoes, racks, LOLOL. JUNK on very hot day and yellow jackets with a happy face, and me feeling like raw meat.
and Fred telling me 20 yrs worth of storys. I just stop for a quick look see at a yard sale.
I'm working my self up to go over there ..... maybe I should take a half case of beer.. for me !!!!