20th
July
2006
Not-so-scenic detour
In my youth, the dump was a large boxy structure across the road from the house, where we brought our bags (paper, not plastic in a truly biodegradable period). If it got too full, my father would set in on fire, until the necessary space was recovered. An early incinerator, I guess.
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