tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644877205641091430.post3677945252473841762..comments2023-04-29T09:04:30.621-04:00Comments on Greetings from Nowhere: To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dumpBarbara O'Connorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11772206568826059623noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644877205641091430.post-74691405181233772782008-03-20T11:56:00.000-04:002008-03-20T11:56:00.000-04:00Barbara-- I'm laughing... my husband LOVES to go t...Barbara-- I'm laughing... my husband LOVES to go to the dump. We've actually gotten some pretty cool stuff that way. (Though I have to remind him from time to time that we don't NEED 5 weed-whackers...) I wish we had a book section.Jennifer Thermeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17970621166460145330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644877205641091430.post-18604113511244027012008-03-19T11:00:00.000-04:002008-03-19T11:00:00.000-04:00Oh wow! That book room is something else. Thanks f...Oh wow! That book room is something else. Thanks for bringing back fond memories of going to the dump with my grandfather. My mother hated it and I loved it, always looking for buried treasure. (But I'd have to hide whatever I brought home for a few days and not tell her that it came from the dump.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com