Epistle to the City Dump

April 9, 2007

Justine and I working around the house and garage doing the big spring purge; throwing shit out with reckless disregard for future use. Before long we’ve got quite a heap of crap piled up and it needs to go. Load up the truck and off to E-Town’s sacred dumping grounds, The Clover Bar Dump (which now has the more politically correct title, The Edmonton Waste Management Center). May sound odd, but it feels like something of a pilgrimage coming out here. When I was young, I’d be out here all the time with my Dad. He was always in the throes of some home construction project and would often drag me along when it came time to get rid of the shit we didn’t need. Back then, 25 years ago, the dump was maybe 1/2 the size it is today. Ah hell, it probably wasn’t but it seems that way. It’s with a combination of distress and awe that I set eyes on the city dump, 2007 edition.

April Friday with the trash hounds and it’s a crisp -5 out here, a clutch of gulls keeping watch up on the hill. With that old familiar scent in the air, we pull in and start to chuck what we need to. The guys around us are all about utility. Get the shit in the ground. I like to soak up the spiritual side of the dump – the regret, shame, and embarrassment of contributing to this big pile of crap. Out here one can’t help but think that we’ll be buried under our own mound of shit in no time, and that’s the thing. Our garbage doesn’t just disappear. It doesn’t just go away. It comes here and rots. Almost everything I’ve ever thrown out is out here somewhere. A vintage Bobby Orr hockey card that I won in a game of knockdown against Kevin Rainer in grade 4. A Cheryl Tiegs swimsuit poster from a few years later. The first Loverboy album that, unbelievably and shamefully, I actually owned on vinyl. A complete set of Ian Livingstone’s Fighting Fantasy books. Countless other treasures that have grown large in mind because I threw them away. If I only had a shovel I’d have half a mind to do some digging.

The Just and I are done skiffing the latest truckload of detritus. Justine’s ready to leave. I cast one last glance to the ever-growing pile of garbage that will one day, perhaps, become a big park. I can only hope that if some future picknicker finds a red album with my name on it, he or she takes steps to return it to its rightful owner. Who knows, Turn Me Loose just might make the world a better place after all.

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If you and Justine have things you may wish to give away that you have two of or stuff you no longer need which is in good repair, you may wish to freecycle it to people around Edmonton who can put it to good use. All you need is a yahoo e mail and here’s the link to join.


People will happily come over and take pretty much anything away. I helped a friend empty her garden of rocks one summer this way…when I say almost anything I mean it!



Apr 10, 2007 • 13:30



Thanks, Rosemary. I just might try that. We’ve got a ton of stuff to move out/around over the next few months. Don’t know what to do with most of it. It seems like garbage to me but you never know, I guess. Thanks again.

Apr 10, 2007 • 14:11



Hey Mike,
This peice took me back to my childhood, back home in old Raytown, riding my new BMX with my brother to “play” at the dump. Back then my brother could trick me into following him pretty much anywhere. We rode our bikes the few miles to the dump quite often, spent a lot of time rooting around for things my brother could fix. We’d stuff our back packs full of junk and ride home, stop at temple hill for the pb&j’s. Thinking about it now gives me that good old feeling…...nice to remember the days when I would follow that kid anywhere and the dump was a wonderland.

Apr 20, 2007 • 20:25




Yeah, I hear you. I have such fond memories of the dump. It seems rather odd to write that, but it’s true. I used to love going there. I still do, I guess.

Apr 21, 2007 • 00:26

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