#32 - Monday morning, recycling day, and the rattle and clank of a homeless couple's grocery cart, their across-the-street shouts and salvage determintation. This couple, or another, or a pair of men in a rusted wood paneled hatchback station wagon, or a family of three in a gray van rummage through that yellow bin at curbside every week. Surviving on what can be redeemed, sold by the pound, bundled newspaper, aluminum cans, green bottles chattering. By the time the city truck shows there will be only plastic, picked hand-to-mouth clean, wobbled wheeled down the street.