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We borrowed Connie's car and finally brought all our recyclables--mostly brown bottles--to the dump just down the hill and two blocks past the library, which is remarkable because you usually find dumps only in poor neighborhoods. A raven perched on a pile of tires and discarded refrigerators stood like sentinels on the road which led around to the hangar-like facility where a trio in coveralls sifted through garbage and a man with a hose who spoke little English showed us where to go. |
| A little old lady in a red Honda Civic and her head wrapped in plastic to protect against Seattle rain threw her jars one at a time up over the side of the enormous metal bins before bringing her boxes to the orange cardboard compactor. Having done our civic duty we went home to empty more bottles. | |
