February 09, 2006

Without even checking the calendar, let alone my memory, I know it must be Thursday night, a Thursday night of the every-other variety. I know this because my desk overlooks the street on which we place our trash, every Thursday night, and our trash and recyclables, every other Thursday night, on which, at about this time of night, though usually later, once in a while even early on a Friday morning, I can hear someone going through the recyclables. His purpose is to pick out the aluminum cans, of which lately there are usually very few around here, for their cash value, which, when you consider that Pennsylvania doesn't collect deposits on cans, is pretty remarkable when you think about it.


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