Years ago, my dump in Prince William County, Virginia used to have a to-good-to-be-true area. You could pull up and unload anything there that was not ready for trash but could still be used. As I remember it, homeless people, and I mean lots of them, would come right up to your truck and they would unload what you told them was for the t-g-t-b-t area. It was nice and all, but I just can't imagine that is still going on. That was maybe 25 years ago.
Our dump also had an area, now this was 25 years ago, were you could pick up a scrappable appliance, such as an
air conditioner or refrigerator. My dad used to pick them up bring them to the house and scrap them with my older brother. He made pretty good money, I mean sometimes several hundred, a month.
The dump is still open today, and is on Hoadly Road, I think. When I was little my mom would back up our station wagon to the huge cliff that had no guardrails (LOL), and we'd toss the trash into the huge pit. I loved it man. It freaked me out, it looked like we'd fall overboard when backing up. In the pit there would be like 4-6 giant crushing trucks just running over all the trash compacting it. Of course the trucks, perspective wise, were the size of match box cars - this cliff had to be 40-50 feet. It was sooo cool to see that as a kid. Now, the dump is a giant mountain, with not one but two peaks. It really makes you humble when you get to see that change. We throw so much away. It's sad. You know, money can't buy everything, but we try to.
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