I've long been intrigued by our trash stream. I remember as a child looking forward to the suburban garbage truck making it's way up the street, and was especially mesmerized by the packing mechanism in the back of the trucks and the associated music. It looks like they have hardly changed after all these years.
And then there were those we referred to as "garbage pickers" who would slowly cruise the streets on garbage days, in search of treasures. Including occasionally my dad and myself. My father was always on the lookout for copper and aluminum and lumber. Occasionally we would drive over to the scrap yards on the East side, where dad would get a few dollars for the metals. Our society has become more and more throwaway, and it seems few consider the actual costs of such waste.
This is at West 25th St. and Washington Avenue, my favorite entry point to the Flats of Cleveland.
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