Where Does the Lone Ranger Take His Garbage?

To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump!

"Back in the day" we didn't have garbage pick-up at our summer home. Daddy would have to load the garbage cans (along with various kids) into the back of the station wagon, and bring it to the dump. As bizarre as it sounds, we actually considered a trip to the dump a fun thing. Much to Mommy's dismay, none of us - Daddy included - ever returned empty-handed. Other people's junk was always cool, and we always managed to find a "treasure" discarded by another family. Of course, the reality is that junk is junk, and a skateboard with 3 wheels or a broken umbrella is honestly and truthfully junk. We never saw it that way. We would drag home these discoveries, only to have them mysteriously vanish as quickly as they had appeared. Of course, there was always the next week and the next trip to the dump..........

These days, the town has a "designer" dump. Excuse me, it's a "landfill" now, and all garbage must be in special yellow bags. Everything has to be separated; everything has to be sorted. I understand that ecologically this is sound practice, but it sure as hell has taken the fun out of garbage.