The Recycling Man

He just stopped off at our house to get our two buckets out front and he sped through separating our stuff out until he came to one item. I could see him clearly out the window, but could not see what he was studying so intently. He looked like he was reading, and then tossed it in with the paper/cardboard.... at that point I saw what held his attention: Daddy's postcard to Dory from 3 weeks ago that she had colored all over and I finally threw out. I wanted to run out and grab it back, something about him reading it made it more sentimental. I can't quit describe it, I didn't mind him reading it, but it made it more special John's love for Dory being proclaimed for all to see. (Not that anyone can't see it any other time.) I guess it is akin to the stack of old letters tied with a string up in Grandma's attic that read of people we barely knew and are yet such and insight, so personal....