The Garbage Man’s Daughter
My stepfather was the town garbage man. That didn’t bother me. He was a good man, and it was an honest occupation. He did the rounds in the residential areas as well as the grocery stores and pretty much everywhere else in our small town. In those days, the town garbage man was allowed to bring home things tossed out in the residential areas he served. Every once in a while my dad would even bring home a box of…