by Karen Abbott
Early Monday morning I drove up to the front of a local thrift store, intending to drop off some items I didn’t need in my new apartment.
The whole sidewalk in front of the building was covered with litter: torn black garbage bags, boxes, furniture piled at odd angles. A large truck was backed up to the far right-hand side.
For a moment, I thought it was a garbage truck picking up the trash strewn across the storefront. Then I realized it was a donation truck, there to pick up the larger pieces of furniture for transport to another location.