lewleadbeater.com

notes from the edge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE

Column Archive

 

 

 

VIRGINIA GAZETTE

 

 

 

 

WILLIAMSBURG, VIRGINIA

Lose a luxury? Rubbish!

 

 

 

March 25, 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forget all the squawks about AIG bonuses and the fact that the Feds are printing gazilluminous amounts of dollars on their Monopoly money presses to hand over to Zeus-only-knows what greed-ridden financial institutions or for stimulus packages. Or that China may be on the verge of cashing in its chips. Or that we’re involved in an unwinnable, never-ending war in Afghanistan.

 

Forget all that. 

 

No, what’s throbbing in the pates of the good people of Williamsburg is not that trillion is the new billion, but rather that they may lose the luxury of having their trash picked up twice a week. 

 

That’s right. Trash. 

 

For years now, Williamsburgers have been living high off the trash collection hog. Thanks to city subsidies, not only is their garbage collected twice a week, but these Wall Streeters of the waste world have actually been mollycoddled to the point of having trash collectors waddle around to the back of their well-coiffed homes to drag out trash cans.    

 

Now, however, city financiers have floated the unthinkable idea that they might save  $200,000 if they reduce trash collection to once a week and make their regally pampered residents haul their own garbage out to the curb for pickup.

 

In order to lessen the burden on those who have never deigned to touch their cans, let alone truck their detritus out to the curb, the city might be willing to provide cans fitted with rollers to make their back-breaking, long day’s journey to the front of the house more commodious. 

 

Well, not so fast. 

 

What about odors?  Can we really abide the putrid percolates from rancid eggplants and cat litter in garbage cans that are sitting around for a week?  In addition to roll-along garbage trolleys, will the city provide us with odor-eating cans as well?  That would be peachy.

 

As a resident of James City County, I have a few questions for my Williamsburg friends. 

 

What on Earth are you consuming that necessitates a twice-weekly garbage pickup? Are you eating five meals a day, or what?  Do you clean out your garages or renovate your houses on a daily basis?  Where is all this trash coming from?  

 

Of course, I must admit that I’m a bit envious, since we in James City have no county- subsidized  trash collection other than a once-a-week recycling service. Our county Pooh-Bahs have basically told us to take our trash and shove it wherever we can. This is why  our highways and byways are littered with the flotsam that county clink residents periodically poke up and stuff into brightly colored orange bags that sit on the roadside for days on end.  

 

Essentially we in the county have two choices. Either we hire a trash collection service to tote away our garbage (from the curb), or we truck it ourselves to the dumpity dump, euphemistically called a “transfer station.” 

 

The virtue of this is that we out here in Toano usually eat only two meals a day and are very careful not to buy things that come in boxes or are packed in plastic bags. We recycle our cans, bottles and papers and throw our food waste onto a compost heap. The result is that we can go two or three weeks without a trip to the dump.

 

Furthermore, we are very attuned to the ethics and psychology of trash. 

 

Did you know that there are actually psychology and sociology PhDs who go through people’s trash to determine what kind of lives they lead?  And the more trash you generate, the more they know about you?  They call this the “logic of trash.” 

 

The point of this is not only to make you defend what you toss out, but to impress upon you that you actually are, not what you eat, but what you plunk into the garbage can.

 

According to an MIT publication called “Trash,” what these neo-garbologists want you to do is not throw your trash away, but “rehabilitate” it.  Thus the example of one woman who created several tableaux from the movie “Dr. Strangelove” with used peanut butter jars, cigarette butts, rusty cutlery and duct tape.

 

With this in mind, then, and lest overly zesty college types decide to poke their noses into things that are none of their business, we Toanoans generate very little trash.

 

As for our Williamsburg garbage gluttons, watch out. Given you’re rapacity for toxic waste, you might well become prime targets for scholarly can pokers who want to know unseemly things about your trashy habits.

 

Better that you do away with trash collection entirely and, like your county neighbors, bus your garbage bags to the transfer station and the sanctity of an impregnable dumpster. Either that or get working on those “Dr. Strangelove” tableaux. 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lewleadbeater.com  Copyright 2002  All Rights Reserved    email: LWL@lewleadbeater.com