That Has to Hurt a Little, No?

The best part about going to the recycling center as a kid was, quite honestly, not the learning experience (though I do think it helped make me aware of the situation), nor was it even the money I that I subsequently funneled to the GI Joe units headquartered in our hedges.

I am a boy, so it was definitely the Crushing of the Cans that I enjoyed the most. And now, as a man (by age standards, at least), I'm glad folks are still making it interesting. Wow.

-Senior Editor Mike...off to down a six-pack just for the CRV...

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I'm proud that, as a resident of the only state (MA) where citizens have been able to submit legislation directly since colonial days, that I wrote and won passage of our state law requiring labeling plastic containers to encourage recycling. However, global markets for recyclables have collapsed because of the harsh economy, so it's important to remember that recycling only ranks #3 on the EPA waste hierarchy, below reduce and reuse. In hard times, work even harder to not generate the stuff in the first place!
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Take the kids to a city dump if you can, too. Now that's a learning experience, even for adults who have never seen one in person! Most kids have no idea where the garbage goes, just that it goes "away." When we lived in Santa Cruz, CA, the dump there sold mulch which we would buy for the garden, and the dump near Monterey had a fantastic store where they sold perfectly usable items that would otherwise be headed for a landfill. Kids do learn a lot from visiting these places up close, and I've also found that the workers are usually happy to talk to the kids about what happens to their garbage.
I learned recycling from the best - my father. When my brother and I were kids, Dad would get us up early on a Sunday morning and we'd go bottle collecting (this was pre-aluminum can days) - 2 cents for the small ones, 5 cents for the big guys. We also took newspapers and cardboard to M. Alpers and Sons for cash. One summer, we FILLED the garage. Took us several trips in the station wagon with the trailer, and we made a tidy sum for school clothes.

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