by Peter Freyne
And I was up early this morning - had some "extra stuff" for the Recycle Man.
Rick was a new face. He also looked my age - 58. Turned out I had a good eye. He's 57. Here come the Baby-Boomers!
Hey, we'll work 'till we drop, right?
Told me he'd worked at E.B. and A.C. Whiting on Pine Street, a stone's throw away, for 32 years [they made plastic brush bristles]. Whiting closed about two years ago, moved out of state. Dealer.com is in there now.
"Got to do something," he said.
My "extra stuff" was wet newspapers. Good thing I had a pile because Freyne Land's downstairs, "mother-in-law" apartment got a wee bath last night.
Looks like a little rodent hole from last summer is behind it. And, yes, I caught the little critter - a mouse - but he obviously left his mark.
Called the landlord at 7 a.m. and he had this fine crew over by 8.
Everything under control.
Nothing like good suction, eh?
Merry Christmas, folks!