Yes, I know, it has been awhile.... "long time no blog."
Been busy...well, MORE busy than in the winter, anyway. Even as I write this, I really should be doing some paperwork I have been neglecting...and with that in mind, I will be keeping this short....
Yes, I know you have heard that from me before....and I still manage to write pages and pages...well, not today....trying to keep my word today.
Anyway, the title of today's post is connected to its contents in 2 ways. As a "Hardcore Picker", I am working every day, every way. Even my "off time" is usually connected to "the business"..or I will connect it.
Last week, I had to attend a family member's funeral, about 2 hours from home. While driving to my parents through the town looking for the church, I spotted a sign nailed to someone's garden shed.
After the funeral, I took the same route back to the highway. I stopped on the road where I noticed it, so I could take a better look, and sure enough, it turned out to be a 1930s Orange Crush sign. Considering the emotionally draining nature of the day, I made a mental note of it, and I will go back in a week or two to see I can buy it, and follow up some other leads in that area.
My eyes never stop working. Sometimes they slow down, get tired, but if they are open, they notice things at times that I am not actively picking or scouting.
Ever see someone in a suit picking over the merchandise at a garage sale?
En route to a wedding?
Their OWN wedding?
That is likely why my wife decided we should have a small private ceremony at home...She knows antiques dealers all too well.
Anyway, I promised to keep this short...and it ends here...pretty much. However, you may want to bring up YouTube and put on Takin' Care Of Business by the iconic, Western Canadian rockers, BTO.
And (with apologies to Randy Bachman ,Fred Turner, and the other BTO members)......
NOW you can sing along, PICKER STYLE, using the lyrics below....(this is technically still a work in progress, BTW!)
----- INSERT IMAGINED DRUM ROLL HERE ------
I present you with a tune I have titled:
Pickin' For A Livin'
I get up in mornin’
At the alarm clock’s warning.
Out drivin’ dirt roads rarely travelled
There’s an old farm up ahead
I slow the van down
turn and drive up the rutted lane
And my heart skips a beat
Maybe I can pay my bill for heat
Cause I see tons o’ junk around the sheds
And then I see the ol’ boy
He says his name is Elroy
But just call him plain Roy
He used to go…
Pickin’ for a livin’, every day
Pickin’ for a livin’, every way
Oh yeah, I picked all this old stuff, it’s all fine
Pickin’ for a livin’, yeah all this stuff is mine.
Come on!
He showed me ‘round the yard and sheds,
Then showed me piles of cast iron beds
rusty shades of red, brown and yellow
Asked him "How Much?" And he replied
10 bucks a piece takes ‘em all, Clyde
Yeah, seems cheap, but he knew what he was doin’
He had made the huge piles
Over quite a long while,
Bought ‘em all at under scrap price, no foolin’
You see the ol’ boy was smart
He was a hard workin' ol’ fart
Told me: “I loved dealin’ in ol’ junk
But it is time to sell it all
I turned 90 late this fall
And now along comes you, this young punk
Who says he’s…
Pickin’ for a livin’, every day
Pickin’ for a livin’, every way
Oh yeah, I picked all this old stuff, it’s all fine
Pickin’ for a livin’, yeah all this stuff is mine.
He’s just like me
Spent his life
Pickin’ for a livin’, every day
Pickin’ for a livin’, every way
Oh yeah, I picked all this old stuff, it’s all fine
Pickin’ for a livin’, yeah all this stuff is mine.
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