If I seem to be over-interested in junk, it is because I am, and I have a lot of it too -- half a garage full of bits and broken pieces. ... I do have a genuine and mostly miserly interest in worthless objects. My excuse is that in this era of planned obsolescence, when a thing breaks down I can usually find something in my collection to repair it -- a toilet, or a motor, or a lawn mower. But I guess the truth is that I simply like junk.
-- John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley