Last Saturday I packed up the last five years worth of retired computers and related peripherals and headed out to the county dump. Mama Wordbones has been badgering me to get rid of them since we first moved into this house two years ago.
I finally got around to it. My prior reluctance to perform this task was my inability to accept the fact that these machines no longer held any value. I knew they were kaput but I kept hoping that someone would want them.
I finally accepted the fact that no one wants them and so off to the dump I went.
Of course they don’t call these places dumps anymore. They are called landfills and ours is run by the Department of Environmental Services.
A dump by any other name is still a dump. It is a place where you dump the stuff that you no longer want or need. It is the repository of last resort for unwanted items.
Our dump is more like an orphanage though. In the old days I recall driving out to open area with tractors and bulldozers and just dumping my stuff in a big pile. At Alpha Ridge there are individual stations for electronics, plastics, metals, paper, yard waste and so on.
The dumpster for computers and televisions goes to a recycler who will extract the last bits of value out of them.
It is all very efficient and very cool.
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