Trash

When I was a child, I was taught to place my trash in the proper receptacle. Once the receptacles were full, the trash was either taken to the dump, or burned. If a large item needed to be disposed of, it was gathered up and placed in the pickup, and was taken to the dump along with the other trash. Trips to the dump didn't come along often, and I never passed up the opportunity to go!


Of course, back then, when dinosaurs roamed the earth there were no seatbelt or helmet laws. Children were allowed to sit in the back of the pickup and fight over who got to sit on "the hump", which was what we called the interior wheel wells let their hair become tangled beyond belief in the ensuing breeze! Their feet were usually bare, tan and dirty, and their noses were always a bit sunburned. Pure child abuse...;)


Unfortunately, today's children will never know the joy that comes from trips to the dump. You see, their parents think it's too far to drive. They also think that it's MUCH more convenient to just toss their trash out along the road as they head to, say, the grocery store.


These tires live on the hard surface road, just past our driveway. They have been there for so long, that the crews trimming trees around the power lines have begun to fill them with firewood. I've thought about planting flowers in them, but just haven't had the time!

On our way home from church last Sunday, we caught a glimpse of something shiny as we came up the driveway. I got out to investigate, and discovered a television in the ditch. Yes, a television. These folks didn't want to get caught dumping trash along the road, there's a fine for that. But, HEY!, there's no fine for dumping an old tv on private property because no one will ever catch you!! Right? Oh, how I wish we had pulled in behind them...

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