The difference in how we recycle
When I was a little kid vacationing here on the lake, I remember one day there was some garbage my grandmother wanted to get rid of, smelled, I guess. So she wrapped it in the Boston Globe and tossed it out the window of the car into the woods. When I asked why she used the Boston Globe, she said because nobody would ever suspect her. We lived in Rhode Island and she read the Providence Journal. I recently learned that 315 billion pounds of plastic was recovered from ocean pollution off the coast of Oregon and has been made into ocean sculpture at the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, DC. Back when I was a kid there was no transfer station. Someone came around, and I vaguely remember it being John Bailey. Whoever it was, took our glass, paper and general trash somewhere and we never asked. Today as we recycle plastic, glass and metal we are doing our best to keep the planet healthy. I have to admit that I feel guilty when I go to the transfer station with more plastic than glass or metal or paper, but at least it is getting recycled, and nobody has to throw garbage into the woods any more.