Watching my neighbors
Trash and Recycling Bins Reveal the Truth Every day I take my sidekick on a walk through the neighborhood. She thinks it's an opportunity to sniff, pee and poop and yes she's a dog; Sue Batt is too dignified to let me walk her. I haven't revealed the truth until now, allowing Blanka to do her business is one thing but I like to spy on trash and recycling days. As I walk my side kick I take a peak in the recycling bins. I must not reveal names to protect the innocent, but a few doors away there is a household that's on a first name basis with Johnny Walker. I used to wonder why he stood on his driveway in his underwear and sang Auld Lang Syne to the blue recycling truck. It was not only a tribute to Rabbie Burns but honoring the barley that gave it's life to become his best friend. Then a few doors down is a widow that has an affinity for Vodka. She's not brand loyal and I think she might be an art collector, since most of the bottles are from Van Gogh. I...