I heard the noise out front and pried open the shutters. A delivery? I hadn't ordered anything. Through the trees, on the other end of the driveway, three trucks slowed to a stop, single file. Each boasted a large bed brimming with different colored garbage cans. One had blue, the next green, and the final one, black.
I bit my lower lip. It wasn't garbage pick up day. These weren't garbage trucks. A couple guys hopped out and unloaded one of each of the shiny colored trash cans, lining them up like soldiers near my mailbox. Squinting, I made out the the word Recology.
Woohoooo! My whoop must have echoed through the neighborhood and surely startled the delivery men. A few years ago, we'd been told that our garbage service would be transferred. This January, we'd be moving to single stream recycling. Bo-yeah! All of our neighboring cities would also move to composting their food scraps (a victory we'd won in our city a few years ago). And we'd all have a tiny little garbage can for what was leftover: landfill.
The future has arrived. It is bright, shiny and full of hope, recyclables, and rotting food. Welcome 2011!