David CookMardi Gras beads. Lots of coat hangers. Fake mistletoe. Two dozen VHS tapes (a Paul Newman film, “My Cousin Vinny,” a Ray Stevens collection, “Blazing Saddles”).
Potatoes. Pomegranates. Lettuce, in a bag. A few mangoes. Slightly bruised bananas.
“Great! I just ran out of bananas yesterday,” said my friend, waist deep in garbage.
Merry Christmas, from your local Dumpster.
Each year, for the holidays, an old friend and I spend a few hours crawling through our local Dumpsters. Traveling to the alleys behind strip malls and big box stores in the area, we crawl, peek and scavenge through the trash … and love every minute of it.