On the way home from church there’s an old store. The man who owned it , Jimmy, recently passed away.
Surrounding the store was a junkyard. Tons of old cars. Some are left but they’re cleaning it out now, I imagine a lot of these are worth a quite a bit to the right person restoring a car. Money to be made.
I’m sure many saw it as an eyesore. I saw beauty in every single rusting part.
I’ll kind of miss it.