How Dad made a Picker out of Me

For the longest time I was angry at my Dad for passing away.  It was sudden, ugly and it left me reeling with shock and grief.  I was also tasked with getting rid of his junk, or as he called it, “collection” of things he’s rescued from the trash heaps of time.  Every time I opened the storage container on the property, I wanted to shake my fists at the Heavens hoping he’d know how angry I was.  Many times I’d stumble over a rusted fender, or bump into an old bicycle choked by weeds.  Or I’d just stand there, looking at it all jumbled and tumbled together, then go get a cold one and mull my fate while mindlessly watching TV.

I was doing that very thing when a program came on about two guys who scour the countryside looking for junk heaps like mine.  They seem to relish finding old motorcycles, rusted car parts, bicycles and signs.  One of them has a fondness for oil cans I’ll never understand.  Then it hit me.  I had some of that same junk in the shed.  After binge watching a few hours, I realized there was something I could do, and made a mental note to take inventory the next time I went out to the farm.

When I shared my frustration with the guys at work, one of them suggested using eBay to get rid of some the vinyl records I’d been talking about dumping.  Then it hit me – again.  I could use eBay to sell Dad’s stuff.  Later that night, my wife said she had used a Groupon deal to make a purchase on eBay and yep, it hit me again.  By this time, I was sure it was my Dad, boxing my ears like he did when I was little, but I finally got the hint.

Now, far from being angry, I’m selling this stuff off, by the piece or by the bundle, just like the guys on that television show.  And eBay makes it so easy to do.  I just post a picture, tell a story about the piece, and off it goes.  Picking through the pieces has brought back so many memories.  It’s been like stealing a little more time with my Dad.  And no way can I be angry about that.