Below is what remained of the stash when I got home today. I guess stegosaurus isn't as cool as he was when I was a kid.
October 15, 2010
One Man's Trash...
In my alley yesterday evening there were two boys, maybe 7 or 8, standing by my garage and looking very suspicious. I got out of my car to unlock and open my garage when they started making small talk in a casual manner that belied their obviously mischievous intentions. They asked if I lived here. I said "yes". They said "oh, it's a nice place". I said "thanks" and with a raised eyebrow went to pull my car into the garage, fully expecting to see my garage door egged the next time I returned to it. Once I got my car settled and went to close the garage door I looked across the alley to see the two boys on their hands and knees greedily digging into something. Curious, I went for a closer look and when I did I startled them out of their ravenous digging. They knew they'd been caught red-handed now and we're in deep trouble. I looked over their shoulders and saw a torn garbage bag filled with at least 50 action figures. They guiltily asked if they were mine. I said "no, but that was some score they came across". Relieved they both exhaled and said "I know right?" and I walked away smiling and wishing I'd found a treasure trove like that when I was their age. As I closed up the garage I heard "Oh man, look Spider-Man! And Mario, YES!!!