ST. LOUIS When temperatures warm up, expect the Paranormal Investigators of St. Louis to go on the hunt along Interstate 55.PostDispatch file photoKen Leiserkleiserpostdispatch. com
If you think you can bag up your garbage and put it out with the weekly trash, you need to think again. More than likely, if the power is out and water systems are not functioning, the city waste disposal/garbage truck service probably won’t be either. You’ll need to plan on hold...
When garbage pickup started in the late 19th century, many cities separated reusable trash from garbage designated for a landfill. Just like today, workers sorted via conveyor belts as early as 1905. The cities sold the reusable trash to industries. And many individuals saved their organics to ...
9)If you’ll be gonewhen there’s a garbage pickup, make sure you put the trash out and ask a neighbor to pull in your bins so that passersby don’t notice and deduce you’re away. 10) If you have pets, make plans well in advance of your travels to either have someone take ca...
This is only a portion of the debris cleared away by the men from church. The “bushes” behind the trash bags are piled limbs hauled out to the street. (The poor lighting reflects my scattered state of mind at the time.) Photo by Teresa TL Bruce, TealAshes.com ...
Brakk and I thoroughly enjoy cooking with each other. It’s a grand adventure that always ends with something deliciously white-trash on our plates. It’s a relationship building exercise because the kitchen is one of the many places we both want to take full charge. There’s a bay leaf...
"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live! Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move my thoughts begin to flow..." -- Henry David Thoreau, August 19, 1851
street commissioner. "Larry says working on that trash truck is some of his best times, and knowing Larry I'm sure it was fabulous," Heaton says. "No stress, working with his friends, being outside. Larry's favorite thing to do is cut grass. He always said nobody could cut grass ...
They couldn’t put a big enough chip on my shoulder to keep me from my social scene and by the time we left eight grade, I was (in my eyes) King of the freakin’ World! Middle School is a time of separating the wheat from the chaff academically and I established myself as one ...
my gun into the Royal River. I feel I've been very clear on this point. D.A. Yes, you have. Where I get hazy, though, is the part where the cleaning woman shows up the next morning and finds your wife and her lover in bed, riddled with .38 ...