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Junking memories at Lovelace

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POSTED September 2, 2009 2:10 a.m.
A few days ago I took my son to the Lovelace Transfer Station.

It was part of our grand move, with the job at hand to toss away over 10 years of memories at the San Joaquin County solid waste facility.

Of course, I’d prefer to call it junk that’s accumulated over the years.

Josh, who is nearly 14, started reminiscing about the old toys that we had stored in the garage. Included were some of his favorite action figures.

“Dad, I accidentally threw out that real cool Spider-Man toy,” he said afterward.

The tough part of moving is trying to rid yourself of those memories. While I’m not a pack rat like my older sister, Frances, I’m usually hesitant about quickly disposing of my personal belongings. Such things have sentimental value.

But all that sentimentality goes out of the window when you’re forced to move out of your place of residence, in particular, with a deadline involved.

I don’t know how we managed to amass so much stuff from over the years. Perhaps it was all the little things such as, say, my son’s old fourth-grade school class works and projects. Couple that with old articles of clothes, car parts, sporting goods, shoes, etc. You name it and chances are we probably had it lying around somewhere in my garage.

In fact, I have no idea how I still managed to park my car amid all of these forgotten pieces – albeit neatly stored – of the past. But, as one friend put it, “if you haven’t seen it in years, you’re not missing it.”

So our job was to pack the van with as much of this junk as possible until the vehicle was practically hemorrhaging.

For the price of the admission – in our case, a little under $20 – my son had a chance to chuck pieces of furniture and toys, and watch them break apart on impact.

I knew he would enjoy going to transfer station, but I didn’t realize that he would have this much fun.

In recent months, I’ve taken Josh to the movies or the local fair for nearly that amount – OK, these other places usually cost a little more – and, in this case, I got see the same expression of joy and excitement on his face.

Fun for him was getting my permission to toss and break things from our junk pile. I caught him several times reminiscing while ridding his room and garage of his old toys and other possessions.

I think the key in disposing such items is to not pay close attention to what you’re actually throwing away.

That’s how much of stuff managed to accumulate in the first place.

This was my first visit of taking my son to the solid waste facility. But it’s definitely not the last.
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