Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, January 9, 2014 at 09:14 AM.

I was happy and fortunate to have it.  I mopped floors, cleaned toilets and cut grass at around three dollars an hour in order to earn gas money.  (A note to my children – read what I just said again, slowly.)

Well, the way I figured it, I could buy one of those 1968 Cougars each month and still have money left over for gas.

Perhaps I need to look on the bright side.  This monthly fee gets me swimming pools, policemen and trash removal.  As a bonus, the policemen wave at me. 

I’m not complaining. 

When I first moved here, a fellow in a beat up pick-up truck with make-shift plywood sideboards picked up my trash.  I didn’t even have to put it by the road.  He came to the side of the house, got the can, took it to the truck, emptied it and then drove off to come back the following week.

Then it moved on to a service with nice fellows who would take anything you put by the road twice a week.

Now, I have “Automated Refuse Collection.”  On my paperwork, there is even an explanation of automated refuse collection.  “Homes are provided with carts that are rolled to the end of the driveway the evening before collection day.  Automated trucks are equipped with lifting mechanisms that easily empty specialized carts.”



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