Mmmmm Junk Day. I love it.
My grandfather was a "Carter", that is polite for a rubbish collector. He used to go around Collingwood in the 1920's to 1960's collecting rubbish from factories. His sheds were amazing - full of shoes and leather and metal and LP records and nuts and bolts and YOU NAME IT. As a child I just loved exploring his Aladdin's caves. I think it is in my blood - to drive a bouncy old truck and see the value in other peoples rubbish.
There is nothing more satisfying than making something out of nothing.
When I was into Ham radio a few years ago, I made an antenna out of a broomstick and 2 old tent poles. Then I spoke to someone 200km away. Pretty cool I thought!!!

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