WHO ME? - Clayton D Steep - February 1986

Clayton D Steep

There was not the slightest doubt in my mind about the rightness of what I was doing. And yet, there I was, breaking the law and in trouble with the police! All I wanted was a few pieces of chrome trim for my car. I had paid my admission fee to get into the automobile junkyard. Once inside, it was up to me to wander, screwdriver and pliers in hand, through row after row of wrecked cars. Upon locating the parts I wanted, I had only to remove them and pay for them at the exit. - Information Supplied By: Herbert W Armstrong Library