Graveyard or Warehouse?

"The truck of the 89 won't stay closed," A tells me. This has been a problem for maybe three years. Buick, in its infinite wisdom, has chosen to put a trunk "pull down" device on Park Avenues and later model Rivieras. Caddies have them, too, I suppose. And they do make the truck nice and tight. Trouble of it is, grocery store box boys are apt to slam your trunk lid and brake them.
If everything else is OK, all you need is the actuator switch. I didn't know that the first time I encountered the problem so I tore up the basic unit. I thought that if necessary, I could find one in a junk yard. But no luck.
Apparently Park Avenues and Rivieras are pretty hardy because you don't find many in junk yards. But with A's last pronouncement and an impending trip South I determined to look one more time.
Junk yards are interesting places. On the one hand, you can get a close up look at how your automobile is put together. That can be very educational. And often, you can get the part you need at a reasonable price. But it is sobering to realize that someone likely died in the wreck your cannibalizing.
So a trip to the junk yard always puts me in mind of the theme from now defunct Hill Street Blues:

"Let's be careful out there."