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Recycling Dreams

December 18, 2007

Tonight I helped my mother drop off the recycling at the local middle school.  The glass bottles and jars made satisfying clashes as they landed in the receptacles, shattering the residential darkness in such a legitimate manner.

I was surprised to learn that my mom has to time her drop offs with the pickup schedule to make sure there’s room for her contributions.  Apparently the bins used to be filled to overflowing on a regular basis until they started putting out twice as many on the weekends.  That’s a problem more people should have: having such a desire for recycling that the demand almost exceeds the availability.

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