Well, that sounds nicer than "junk", so there you go. Rummaging through old pictures and keepsakes the other day, I found a yellowed page out of a small-town newspaper from 1977. They had done an article about the butcher shop where Cliff worked for some twenty years. That butcher shop closed a long time ago.
This may be of no interest to anyone else, but I think our son will enjoy these pictures; he worked at that butcher shop part-time as a kid. It was his first job.
That's Cliff, caught in the act of butchering. If you click on the picture, it will be big enough to read the print.
Here are the pens where the cattle and hogs were unloaded.And what did I do with my cast iron skillet yesterday?