Something that just somehow, always makes me sad

We live in a country (world?) with a "disposable" mentality. It's just easier to replace than maintain. My grandparents were raised in the depression, they never threw anything away. My Dad is the same way, and so am I. My wife recently convinced me to have some of my old "junk" hauled off. I kept the "good" stuff, Scouts, Darts and a couple of logging trucks, but ended up sending 12 vehicles to the crusher (2 were school busses). I took off everything that wasn't rust-fused to the carcass and still got $2000 and a lot of space for more diamonds in the rough. I didn't like tossing them out, but it was out of hand.