God’s Earth

It was a cool summer day in April. My father and I were walking along the banks of the Grand River looking for a good spot to fish. We rounded a bend and there we spotted a huge mountain like a mound of pop cans and bottles, along with other scraps of metal and broken shards of glass. This mound was about 10 feet high and it cast a great black shadow over the water. The sad thing about this, is that every bit of the “trash” was recyclable, and was in fact worth three or four hundred dollars....