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I'm fascinated with the markings on this dumpster. I keep going back and looking at the photos I took of it. Reminds me of a time when we were living in Santa Cruz, CA, the New Age capitol of the world. Jim and I were hanging out in a coffee house. A toddler kept toddling over and exploring the contents of the trash can. Her long haired father kept patiently pulling her away and trying to distract her, but she would inevitably wobble back over there and start digging in the trash again. Finally he scooped her up and said, "Come on Raindrop, we have higher ideals than that." I spewed coffee through my nose.