Pickers - Season 18 | American

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.

"Danielle said there’s a guy named Silas out here," Mike said, checking a crumpled map. "Supposedly he’s got a barn full of and old gas station signage ."

"You know, Frank," Mike said, "the stuff is great, but it’s the guys like Silas who keep the story of America alive." American Pickers - Season 18

After a tense round of "the art of the deal," handshakes were exchanged. The Indian was loaded into the van, alongside a stack of and the porcelain sign. As they drove away, the sun setting over the Blue Ridge Mountains, Mike looked in the rearview mirror at their haul.

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." They pulled into a gravel driveway that seemed

Frank just nodded, already looking for the next driveway. "Yeah. But that sign is still going to look better in the shop."

Should I create a of the items found in this story to see how they would value in today's market? He didn't say much, just swung the heavy timber doors open

"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."