Down by my uncle's farm ther is an old man who collects things. He is a bachelor, and takes a bath once a year whether he needs it or not.
I was a small boy, and we were talking with him one day (trading one chore for another, you know how farmers are) and the topic came to my uncle's '68 Charger that needed a new engine.
Mr. Smith: "I might have one for you."
Uncle: "Where?"
Mr. Smith: "Over in Barn 4."
Uncle: "You have a 440 magnum over there in the barn?!"
Mr. Smith: "Yep. And a 383 Hemi if you want..."
My uncle spent the next few years going through Mr. Smith's "Junk" and creating a beautiful collection of cars.
He had engines in crates, still in the packing grease. He got a good deal on them. He also collected coveralls, his favorite attire. I remember sneaking around all those barns, looking at different boxes, wondering why the hell someone would want 5 nail guns and 4 compressors.
When Mr. Smith died, it turned into a feeding frenzy like the one pictured in the OP. The auction lasted 3 days, and there were 4 auctioneers running at the same time, in different barns.
Hey, it sure beats getting hooked on smack and gambling, eh?
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