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Trip to the dump

April 20, 2011
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We learned that city residents are allowed to take certain items to the city dump once per month for free. Free is good! We’ve paid our share to the dumpster hauling industry. Saturday afternoon, we loaded up the B.A.T. and headed down by the river. I was very excited to finally get rid of the last of the construction debris, and happy that Tom considered it debris! We don’t always agree on an object’s future value. That was a considerable issue when we lived in the cute little house, but now we have plenty of storage. I considered this dump run to be a good thing.

The B.A.T. loaded for an outing

We didn’t exactly know where the dump was, so it took a bit of driving around to find it. The address was 4100 First Street, but the GPS on our phone took us past the old city pound on Gasconade, where we first met Lucy! First Street accesses a number of industrial properties, most with barge docks, huge tanks and lots of barbed wire. It didn’t look much like a dump, at least the dumps I fondly remember from my childhood in New Jersey.

The address is not actually a dump, but a parking lot with large dumpsters, what they call a transfer station. A little bit anticlimactic. That has benefits, though. Without the huge piles of objects with future value, we stood a better chance of returning to the B.A.B. with the truck empty.

Dumpster action shot

When the truck was empty, we headed home. The truck wasn’t entirely empty when we got there.

Everyone needs a chunk of railroad track, right?

7 Comments leave one →
  1. Carol Polhemus permalink
    May 26, 2011 7:04 am

    Are you sure that is dust swirling in the light and not a ghost?

    • Sue permalink
      May 26, 2011 11:43 am

      The neighbor kids told us they thought the place was haunted. Given what the basement looks like, though, I’d suspect zombies before ghosts.

  2. dby permalink
    April 21, 2011 10:16 am

    Debris?!! That’s a perfectly good 1/2 sheet of green board I see! Oh, the wasting… 😉

    The Missouri Pacific line ran through my childhood backyard. I had several 5 gallon buckets full of spikes, anchors, rail cutoffs, springs and other orphaned train parts kept for no reason… lots of squished pennies too.

    • Tom permalink*
      April 22, 2011 12:39 am

      I LOVE putting things on railroad tracks! I had a girlfriend that rented a house right next to train tracks. We kept a collection of keys, coins and small metal items on the fireplace mantle, and as soon as we heard the train coming, we’d run out there and put them on the rail, day or night. I experimented with mashing different metals together.

      A more recent (and embarrassing) train track event was when Sue & I were at a restaurant not too far from a track, so I started putting FLATWARE and coins on the track. Then a client visited the restaurant; I went to chat with him later and he told me that when he came in, he said to his family “Is that my ARCHITECT over there playing on the train tracks?”

      • dby permalink
        April 22, 2011 1:32 pm

        Ha! I NEVER put flatware on a track. I don’t think I put anything thicker than a penny on them as a kid, fearful of what the older kids said about a “friend” of theirs flipping a train with a quarter… boy I was a gullible 6-year-old.

        I’ve got some pretty cool smashed two-tone metal lira coins stashed someplace from when I lived in Florence and had a track outside my apartment…

  3. Darcy permalink
    April 21, 2011 8:20 am

    A B.A.B. just isn’t a home without a chunk of railroad track….

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