There are a lot of things I just don’t get, such as renaissance fairs, reenactments of past battles and many other things. I also don’t get collecting old stuff and by old stuff I mean what most of us would call junk. So I find it pretty funny that I actually enjoy two shows about looking for old junk, namely American Pickers and Canadian Pickers. Between the two shows I particularly like Canadian Pickers because I find Scott and Sheldon to be warm, friendly, funny guys that’d you’d hoist a pint with. Mike and Frank over on American Pickers are OK, but sometimes they come across as just too prototypical American — i.e., loud. And now that I’m older I think I can do without loud friends . There’s just something appealing about quiet. Never thought I’d end up this way, but I guess it happens to us all. Next up I’ll be complaining about the racket of rock and roll, to paraphrase The Pursuit of Happiness. What attracts me to the shows is that these four guys are crazy into old junk. They look at it not as junk but as something that they can buy and flip for
