Twenty-Five Tons of Trash

My first effort to organize my own labor at the work site.

If hate, despair, and anger could be measured in terms of deliberate trash on a piece of land, there was no doubt: The last renters at the four-acre parcel on the ridge had been raging.

With the collapsing mobile home torn to pieces by Dale C’s deft excavations, his trucking team returned over and over, to load up and haul the trash to a landfill. It included the filth that filled the sad unit and that I’d bagged in…