outside our little town, about a half a mile west beyond the railroad
tracks, sat our county dump, or as Mayor Cecil Potts called it The
"Mayville Refuse Depository Site." To all us kids it was
"the junk yard" and it was the never ending inspiration for
dozens of summer projects. Itís where we found the wheels for the blue
lightning racer, the shingles for the roof of our "no girls
allowed" clubhouse, the umbrella for our lemonade stand and where,
on an early August morning, we struck up the first chords from the
Mayville Junk Yard Band."
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