Junk Mobsters Part 3

A few weeks after being thrown out of the Junk Mobster Shop, I saw a flyer on a bulletin board in a little coffee shop, for an estate sale.  The estate sale was for a founding family of a little town and I knew it would be good. I scouted out the house the day before,…

Junk Mobsters Part 2

After the Mobster Junk Shop refused to sell me anything, I swore I would never go back.  I swore right out loud, in multiple phone calls, to my poor mother who probably thought she was talking to a teenager again- “Why won’t he call me?!”  Instead, I was yelling, “Why won’t they sell anything to…

Junk Mobsters

Every now and then, on my way around town, I would pass a shop with used appliances in its business name.  It had all manner of junk piled up in the parking lot until the building itself was barely visible.  Two things- when I say “all manner of”  that means washers and dryers on their very…