I have a fondness for dumps. The house where I grew up was across a pond from the town dump. In those days, the dump was really a dump not a garbage transfer and recycling center. I loved going for a ride in the car anywhere as a child so I frequently went along for the ride with my dad when we took our garbage to the dump.
The dump was sort of a cultural center. People picked through the piles of garbage for found treasures. Sporty types shot rats, the noise of which we could hear from our house. In Brewster in the 1950's the garbage was burned two evenings a week enveloping our house in smoke when the wind blew the right direction!
The dump in Ayer is spiffy. This picture show the machine that compacts the recycling into lumps that get loaded on to the green bins and taken away to wherever garbage goes. There's a Swap Shop, clothing and book donation bins and, of course, a building where we put our bright blue bags of garbage. All is needed is an outdoor cafe and one could make a day of it in a much different season than this one. You can see how this picture looks like a frozen tundra!
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