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Originally Posted by myboynoah
Hey, we are of the same roots my friend. Growing up, whenever my dad loaded some junk in the old pickup and said, "I'm going to the dump", I was totally on board. What a great saturday afternoon. Ours was the Davis County Landfill, just east of Hill Air Force Base (jet planes and the dump; we were in heaven) and overlooking South Weber (I would never live in South Weber).
Cemetaries are equally interesting; we did it occasionally in Tokyo.
Of course, just walking the streets of Paris . . . well, what more can I say.  |
What a blast heaving stuff into that big pit at the dump. We have a great one tucked away in a gentrified section called Fremont. Twenty bucks for all the fodder you can fit in your car. The pit looks kind of like that compactor Luke, Han and Leah got thrown into in StarWars I (IV?). There's always a big front end loader down there in the maw shoveling junk.