Stop Recycling!
Same Old Garbage
Every Sunday evening I fill a gray recycle bin with assorted cardboard boxes, empty bottles, crushed beverage cans and other stuff they tell me I shouldn’t throw away. Just before I close the lid and wheel it to the curb I notice that the contents look just like the junk I put in there last week. There’s something about the rhythm of the Underwood household that produces the same garbage, day in and day out, week in and week out, every month, every year.
I’m okay with that, as long as it’s only physical garbage that’s stinking up our lives.


