A bit of raw humor

"I believe that the population of the thirteen colonies was less than four million souls, and every one of them must have been frantically turning out tables, chairs, china, glass, candle molds, and oddly shaped bits of iron, copper, and brass for future sale to twentieth-century tourists. There are enough antiques for sale along the roads of New England alone to furnish the houses of a population of fifty million. If I were a good businessman, and cared a tittle for my unborn great grandchildren, which I do not, I would gather all the junk and wrecked automobiles, comb the city dumps, and pile these gleanings in mountains and spray the whole thing with the stuff that the Navy uses to mothball ships. At the end of a hundred years my decendants would be permitted to open this treasure trove and would be the antique kings of the world. If the battered, cracked, and broken stuff of our ancestors tried to get rid of now brings so much money, think what a 1954 Oldsmobile, or a 1960 toastmaster will bring—and a vintage Waring Mixer—lord, the possibilities are endless! Things we have to pay to have hauled away could bring fortunes."

--John Steinbeck in "Travels with Charlie: in Search of America" © 1962