Junk Yard

No Folk Festival today.

I had to go to the junk yard and find a part for my car. This was the my first time in a car junk yard. The fellow at the entrance pointed out a couple rows of cars that might have what I was looking for.

Things were scattered all over the place. The yard gave me the same impression as garbage bags that were left outside overnight and ripped apart by a pack of dogs. Large chunks taken here and some claw marks there. Although a desolate place and certainly not "pretty" there was still this feeling that saturated the air of eagerness and the lingering resonance of quiet, previous celebrations.

Ladies, you think that finding shoes half off is cool? How does finding an essential component to your car's performance at a tenth the price of a new dealer part? That goes beyond "cool".

I did find what I was looking for in the area I was told I would. I didn't even need to use the tools I had brought. Because of what somebody had taken before me, they left my treasure just sitting there every so nicely for the taking. I looked at the part carefully thinking this was way too easy. I carried it to check-out and softly said aloud, "Thank ya, Jesus!".