In my youth, I learned that there were trays of leftover easy-to-scavenge donuts in the dumpster.  There were un-ripped and clean clothes in rainbow hues that could be bought for a dollar.  A door, a pick up truck, a Quonset hut, a foyer, a lemonade bush – all could be home and bed.  Nature was abundant and shared her wealth with generosity.

Tipsy adults and hippies in trees were definite influences at this time.  Between triple shots of double espressos, my friends and I wrote a book about reuse and recycling.  We photocopied it, bound it, and published in 1992 under the name E.M. Windows, named for Marie with the soapy bucket and long handled squeegees.

The book was called:

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Some of the objects we reused were:

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Ms. Dogface was working at a gas station at the time:

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The true names of the authors are Euphoria Marie Foster Sorensen, Georgina Robinson, and myself.  Marie is a genius.  Georgina, I imagine, is walking the dog.

Over the years, the three R’s of reduce, reuse and recycle have become an integral part of our culture.  In San Francisco, we separate the trash.  There are black, blue and green buckets for trash, recycling and compost.  This way, the landfills don’t fill up as fast, new products are made from the old, and nutrients are returned back to the earth.

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