Across the aisle, Frank was already knee-deep in a pile of wooden crates. He pulled out a pristine, double-sided for a local soda company that had gone bust in the fifties. "Found the meat, Mike. This is a five-hundred-dollar bill all day long."
Frank smirked, leaning back. "People say a lot of things, Mike. Usually, it’s just a barn full of old newspapers and raccoon nests." American Pickers - Season 18
"Frank, look at the tanks on this," Mike whispered, his fingers hovering just inches from the metal. "This is the 'Holy Grail' of the mid-west." Across the aisle, Frank was already knee-deep in
They pulled into a gravel driveway that seemed to disappear into a wall of weeping willows. At the end stood a massive, sagging tobacco barn. Silas, a man who looked like he had been carved out of a hickory stump, met them at the door. He didn't say much, just swung the heavy timber doors open. This is a five-hundred-dollar bill all day long
