Nice one pjost! They probably think "Nunda, SD" which is an actual "town" but not much of one...
The non-ferrous place I go used to be just off of downtown at the end of the park that's the namesake for the bigger town next to me. I rolled in there with some bags of Al cans. Cold winter day. I can spend a lot of time outside in the winter but if I would have been out all day on this one, I would have been wearing insulated boots. Certainly a toe numbing day in tennies.
Anyway, street type of guy comes in with 2-3 pounds of cans he's picked up during the day. Tells us all standing there its a great life, no one is telling you what to do, he's his own man. Probably made enough money to go buy a bottle of Ripple or Thunderbird from the downtown liquor store about 8 blocks away. And if he didn't like people telling him what to do, he wasn't going to get to stay in the Salvation Army shelter that night with EtOH on his breath. Probably ended up under a bridge. I admired his toughness to the elements. Pitied him the rest of his life choices...
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