Always a big night for me

Thursday I get to take the garbage and recyclables out to the street for pickup. I had to leave my dear old house in the hands of strangers in 2000 for career advancement, driving patrol boats out of the ports of Tampa and Savannah, and eventually a Headquarters assignment. The house was unoccupied for the past year and a half while I drove back and forth 300 miles every week from Washington, always seeming to miss Trash Day. So, for more than seven years I lived with the feeling I could kill just to experience the serene, dull, blessed, repetitive routine of putting the cans out on the street. Simple things for simple folks.

-Phillip