Oh the dump! How I love the dump. It’s the mark of a true Mainer
is how much you love the dump. And well, we don’t really call it the “dump”
anymore; it has a nice euphemistic name called “Transfer Station”. How lovely.
As in “I am transferring my crap to the dump.” But it’s so much more than a
hole in the ground where everyone drops their dirty diapers and cat litter.
Turn to the right, and that’s where you can drop off everything that is
recyclable: glass, plastic, paper. Give the nice man a few dollars and they’ll
let you drop off 3 cubic yards of lawn clipping and leaves. Head west-ish and
there’s the wood pile (“No pressure treated wood in the wood pile” the marquee
exclaims.) Head around the building and there’s old windows, toilets, and a
“take or leave” pile all for free! We’re nothing but resourceful up here. And
all for the low price of $5 a year. What? $5??? (In California, my sewer and
trash bill is at least $26… per MONTH.) Politics aside, all Mainers can agree
on one thing, we love the dump. (though some of us haven’t grasped the concept
of bottle deposit yet! Nickels! Everywhere beside the road!)