Growing up in the 60s on Long Island, we had a Massive Moving Storage Company Nearby.
Once a month, unpaid accounts would have their possessions moved to a commercial curb for disposal.
It was always the first Monday, and I learned the timing to be there first as a second grader.
Adult stuff, other than Playboys, I had no use for.
But Comic Books, TOYs from the late 50's, weird stuff, and an occasional Pinball was on the Curb!
My favorite story was dragging a wood rail back home, hoping the legs dont break, through a 6:30 AM snow storm!
Most of them, my father gave away....he was old school.
It wasnt I turned 13, that I was allowed to keep one!
I remember one tossed, a mechanical, that was late for the trash, and the neighborhood kids played it in the street until dark.
