The Recyclers

Our introduction came early. If food scraps didn’t make it into Dad’s creations, they ended up in the compost pile next to the garage. Now, decades later, that might be the most fertile soil in all The Garden State. But his passion for recycling extended far beyond food.When it snowed, all the neighborhood kids sprinted to Maryann Place; a short, steep, and as long as friends stopped traffic at the bottom, a safe hill to slide down on a flexible flyer, toboggan, or in our case, a hollowed-out refrigerator door.