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One more eco-belief drops by the wayside.

Oops. Not that. It would be litter.

The Reign of Recycling

I dutifully separate my trash.

Fortunately, here, we only have two barrels. Recycle and regular.

In fact, today is the day.

It isn't a big bother to do it. The cans are in the same spot, just throw in one or the other.

When I was a kid, we saved cans and other items for the war effort. Sorry the War Effort.

I found out then that none of it made it to the front or anywhere near it. But flattening cans and saving them made us feel more patriotic. Not a bad thing in and of itself.

I have been amused to see that on our trash day, Monday, they come for the bad trash (brown barrel) in the AM and then return for the good trash (blue barrel) in the PM.

It has occurred to me that maybe it is the same truck, the same dump, the same system once it gets picked up.

But it makes me feel good to recycle some of the stuff and it does raise consciousness about waste and all. Nothing wrong with that.

I also remember during WWII that we collected milkweed pods presumably for life jackets.

I will stay with the program though. Feeling holier than thou is a nice thing. Pride in performing empty acts. Damn close to religion, actually. Genuflect and wave the censer. Here comes the truck.

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