As many of you were enjoying a poolside BBQ and delighting in fireworks over the 4th of July weekend, I spent my time whiling away at the town dump. Yep. A dump.
I spent the weekend in upstate New York where trash collectors don't exist. People actually have to bring their trash to the local dump, or what was it called...the compactor? To be honest, I enjoyed the visit.
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I have a lot of boxes, junk etc that need to be taken to the dump. May I send them your way ?
I'm glad you enjoyed, "the dump". Its a fascinating place.
I recall many times, as a youth, heading to the dump and how much fun it was. There was actually one occasion which wasn't so fun. and I was accidentally, boweld over, by a large garbage bag that the guy working there threw into the dumpster. Me and the garbage bag got tossed into the dumpster. I was about 8 years old and scared shitless.
As I drove home with my Dad, I was still trembling and still very smelly.
I'll never forget it.
Congrat's on the new blog. I look forward to reading more of your post.
Sincerely,
Jamer
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