Yesterday, Megan said, “Daddy, can I dumpster dive with you?” I was
stepping out of our condo with a bag of recyclables, empty bottles and
junk mail and so on. I felt a twinge of emotion but I can’t remember if
it was shame or pride or both in some confusing seesaw. I want my
sweetheart to be grounded and real, although garbage-picking in crusty,
smelly dumpsters is surely pushing it. Regardless, I said, “Of course
you can come, Honey-Bunny, but I doubt you’ll see anything you wanna
keep.” The recycling dumpster – shared by everyone in the building and
almost as gross as its abutting and identical neighbor, the garbage
dumpster – occasionally yields a within-reach, unsoiled treasure. For
example, someone gets ESPN The Magazine; someone else gets The New
Yorker. If the Bloomberg cover is tempting and not damp or sticky, I
will consider it. I pulled a True Blood DVD box set out not long ago,
which I immediately gave to Sara who was just arriving with the kids.
Unabashedly, I tossed it into her car and used the unfortunate phrase
‘dumpster dive’ in my honest recounting of how I came to possess it. I
was excited. Megan remembers things.
Megan has the
habit of picking up pamphlets when they are displayed at pharmacies, for
example, or at interstate rest areas. I find them in my backseat. They
say things like “Explore Wisconsin” or “Save Money On Your Medicare” or
“What You Need To Know About Your Colonoscopy.”
I saw a bobcat. I was driving home from work at dusk and it ran in big
strides across the road. It stopped in some grass and looked sideways at
me and was unmistakable. I enjoy nature as much as anyone; I fish and
hunt every year. But my excitement was surprisingly intense, to the
point I felt an impulse to self-criticize for being childish. I was as
excited as Michael would be. Although, am I that foolish? I mean wild
bobcats are cool, right? So are red foxes. Those hawks circling
overhead? Yeah, they’re pretty kickass too, let’s face it. Bears, wolfs,
whales, giant squids? You betcha! Ancient Egypt. Dinosaurs. Outer
space. One Direction.... just makin' sure you're payin' attention. As
for the rest, however, it's nice that kids remind us.
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