I PASSED John just as he was turning into Dixon Street so I did a U-ey and followed him. I’d been meaning to check out the pile too. Chairs, couches, a giant TV, kitchen cupboards, a vacuum cleaner, a baby’s highchair, cupboards and shelves were laid out on the wide nature strip. It looked like a vast outdoor living room.
As we inspected the pile, the owner brought out more goodies. He said he’d collected too much stuff and now it was time to pass it on. “If anyone can use it, I’m very happy.” We were all of an age so we complained cheerfully about the throwaway society, forgetting our own part in it, until the late afternoon chill dispersed us.