I remember when recycling came to the Berkshires, where I was living at the time, and the whole family painstakingly separated all of the refuse and placed it in the correct bins. The next morning, while I was leaving for work and the garbage fellows were collecting, I watched them throw every bit of refuse into the same container in the back of the same truck.
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Thursday, October 30, 2014
That's Impossible
Recycling Isn't as Helpful as You Think
I remember when recycling came to the Berkshires, where I was living at the time, and the whole family painstakingly separated all of the refuse and placed it in the correct bins. The next morning, while I was leaving for work and the garbage fellows were collecting, I watched them throw every bit of refuse into the same container in the back of the same truck.
I remember when recycling came to the Berkshires, where I was living at the time, and the whole family painstakingly separated all of the refuse and placed it in the correct bins. The next morning, while I was leaving for work and the garbage fellows were collecting, I watched them throw every bit of refuse into the same container in the back of the same truck.