Friday, April 3, 2015

Trash Man

Trash walk. Trash talk. Trash pickup.
Grandson Andrew is obsessed with the "trash" industry. He knows that plastic goes in the blue bin. He often wanders over to straighten the neighbor's bins. He arranges and re-arranges the bins.
He awaits the Friday pickup. Gray can pickup is first. Then the blue can pickup usually comes later around lunch time. 
So....he sits and eats and waits. He can hear the "familiar" beep 2 blocks away. He watches his pick-ups in the alley behind his house and then he runs to the front to view the neighbors' pick-ups.
This morning Andrew and I took a "trash walk" using PopPop's post-surgery, long-handled grabbing tool. With latex glove, picker-upper and trash bags in tow, we "cleaned-up" the neighborhood park. He was enthralled and chatty about "nasty, stinky trash" and verbally classified the bins that each bag would go into. He was excited to get home and dispose appropriately of our haul!
Andrew might want to be a trashman when he grows up. That's a worthy thought. 
But.....I'm thinking more along the lines of an environmental engineer----one who enriches and sustains the green of "our Father's world."

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