by Dick Schilling, "Editor Emeritus"
... that as the weekend approached, it became clear to me that one of the 39 gallon garbage bags would not be enough to handle the load come Monday collection, so a second was started.
Since I live alone, I usually get by with one sack, and sometimes that is only half full.
But it is that time of the year that always reminds me of the days when one man with a horse (or mule?) pulled an open cart used to collect garbage around the city of Waukon.
This time of the year, you could see cornhusks and corn cobs and tomatoes and pepper “guts” and cucumber peels and melon and squash rinds in his cart. He fed his pigs with those things, which would not be allowed today on a farm so close to town.
He carried the stuff from homes in a metal bushel basket.