God bless the garbageman...

Great lumbering, grumbling beasts ply Wild Rose Drive every Monday morning. Today, in their honor, I bagged and carried out all the orts of my life, and lined them up on the curb in their respective containers, where tomorrow, they will be whisked from my life forever. How wonderful is that, anyway? So here's to the sanitation engineer, rough and ready guy that he is, a magician of sorts, if you think about it, and every Monday, my hero.