Pick-up Byron Hoot I wish I had something like a garbage truck route for my life where week by week I bag the garbage, put it in a garbage can, walk it the end of a driveway and see the truck take it away. All the trash taken from my life. I wouldn’t mind if I missed a week or two knowing the truck is coming around and what I’ve thrown away can be taken away, put in some landfill of eternity. I’d pay a lot for a service like that to take away the trash of my life. Today is Tuesday, the lid is open, the bags gone, the process begins again. I wait for that other garbage truck arriving – even once every two weeks would be just fine – just let me know who to write the check to.