Tom Swift Writer’s Notebook

After a dozen-minute drive I unload the car and read the sign that greets science-believing heathens like me at this 50,000-population-city’s “recycling center.” Bin No. 2, apparently, is for all forms of paper. Only the bins themselves are not numbered. The one that contains paper has signs all over it saying “newspapers only,” in a way that is threatening. I start with the bottles instead. OK. Except the space is not large enough to empty a bag. In fact, I can barely get a milk carton in there. So I must put each soup can, each bottle of water, in one-by-one. In other words, around here you really have to be motivated to save the world.

This post was added on Sunday, January 27, 2008 by Tom Swift at 09:19 and is filed under Down Dixie.