The "Find" Is Found

Several years ago, my friend Mike and I went on an excursion to a junk yard we were both aware of in eastern Indiana. We met early on a cold winter morn and drove the 2 hours through fog and frost. When we arrived, it was a boneyard that not only held industrial scrap and derelict machinery, but many reasonably intact Caterpillar machines. There were other brands of earth moving gear also, but our eyes were on the prize of grey or “Safety Yellow” salted with splotches of rust. When we checked in with the proprietor, we were instructed to find what we were looking for and he’d let us know the price. To be sure, our negotiating skills would be tested. Unless it was in the back of my truck, it was all worthless. Off we wandered, sometimes as a team, sometimes alone, but each find would result in an excited discussion of what it was and how we needed it.