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spending another weekend of volunteer service

when, instead, his always entrepreneurial brain

kicked into overdrive.

“What do you do with the flowers?”

“Oh, we just haul them to the dump, or

wherever.”

“Could I have them?”

“Of course, if you have some way you can

haul them.”

Buster and I were only 12 at the time, and

too young to drive. But he knew his father

would be gone, and that he could borrow the

pickup without anyone knowing. “And

besides,” he mentioned to me, “think of what I

was doing benefitting the landfill situation by

recycling.”

I was sure that wasn’t the motivating

factor, but I didn’t mention it as he continued

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