Article December 30, 2002 Issue

Clearing the garbage

By Kim Shippey Sentinel staff

MURPHY'S LAW HADN'T KICKED IN. Things weren't all going wrong. In fact, everything was sunny and bright. By 6:15 a.m. I had sorted out the garbage—recycling in its bin, bottles and cans in a paper bag, and all the rest in a brand-new, heavy-duty black plastic bag. I set everything out on the front sidewalk, saying, "Hi!" to a couple of bottle-collectors as I did so.

An hour later, as I hurtled down the steps on my way to a 7:30 meeting, my sunny disposition crumpled in a heap. The big black bag was gone, and its contents were strewn across the sidewalk. Someone had walked off with the bag, exposing my garbage to rot in the sun till the noon pick-up.

Why this?—on such a frantic morning.

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