About the Old Man's Junk

How This All Started

Some folks call this place an empire. The Old Man’s wife calls it “a giant pile of crap.”

Truth is, it started by accident. A couple of old friends loaned him money (because no bank would come within 10 feet of this idea), plus an “unmentionable amount of cash” he kept shoveling into the business — and suddenly, he had a building he couldn’t rent—so he filled it with stuff.

Turns out, people like stuff. And they like it even more when it’s cheap.

So the junk stayed, the customers came, and the grumpy Old Man has been working 8–10 hours a day at age 78 ever since. (His wife had hoped retirement meant beaches and bingo. Instead, she got forklifts and floor tiles.)



Thanks, from the Old Man…

There have been more helpers here over the years than we can count—most paid in pocket change, good will, and whatever was on the grill that day. And to the two investors who believed in this madness when no bank would? God bless you.

God bless America, too. And remember: never say never. If you want something, go get it—even if all you’ve got to start with is a pile of junk and a stubborn streak.

Credits

Old Man Cartoons by YellowLeaf Design

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