steveb leatherworks: the blather

It’s true,  every boy loves his junk – I am no exception. I love junk, and i dig junkyards, junkstores and all manner of falling down and decrepit crap. I shit thee not – just look at my flickr stream to get my drift. I dig metal especially and have been in need of lots of bits pieces and parts over the years – and when i need the goods, i go to planet Vulcan. The have stuff like stainless  bar stock in 5″ diameter rounds, track for conveyors, stage lights from the turn of the century, and a set of HD rims,  controls for industrial equipment.and asstd. cast iron stoves from the 1800’s, piled next to stainless aerospace crap…ha…stuff comes in and magically it disappears..to who knows where

So local to me is all manner of industry – at least there used to be. Seems most of the manufacturing prowess that used to part of Americana has disappeared from here like it has elsewhere. So all the detritus of industry gets taken apart and sold by the gram, dram, ounce and pound and it winds up in places, basically break in bulk points like Vulcan. Problem is you dont know if the piece your taking home is from a nuclear waste site or a milk plant – so i tend to tread  lightly at Vulcan.