{"id":5908,"date":"2020-03-18T06:29:17","date_gmt":"2020-03-18T13:29:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=5908"},"modified":"2020-03-18T06:29:18","modified_gmt":"2020-03-18T13:29:18","slug":"pioneer-pride-part-15-dump-run","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/pioneer-pride-part-15-dump-run\/","title":{"rendered":"Pioneer Pride: Part 15-Dump Run"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p>How could I not be a child of Oregon City without a relationship to the town dump, the one near Kelly Field and the adjacent landfill with its <em>Mad Max<\/em> methane torches? In the early days, it was open-air if I remember correctly, and you just drove right up to the edge of a concrete precipice, paid a few bucks, and then cast your shit deep down onto a pile of more shit.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Perhaps once or twice a year my father\nwould borrow a truck and we would make the dump run. I quickly\nlearned that the experience of a dump run was greatly enhanced if you\nhad large, breakable objects to smash upon the pile. TVs were\nobviously the best. (Remember, this was long before recycling.) No\nwonder rock stars loved hurling them out of hotel windows and\nwatching them explode on contact. In a sense I became, for a few\nprecious seconds, a rock star at the dump when I got to throw a\ntelevision set over a precipice and watch and hear it explode.\nFurniture and full-length mirrors were fun, too. And small lamps\nwould fly through the air for what seemed like hours and then shatter\never so beautifully. Oh, and the old church coffee percolators were\nfun to heave as well. I also recall flinging a speckled bowling ball,\ntoo, and watching it pulverize a shower stall&#8217;s glass door. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Often I would accompany my friends with\ntheir fathers to the dump. The call would come early Saturday\nmorning, I&#8217;d ask my mom or father permission, and later, a friend and\nhis father would pick me up in some kind of truck and off we went. I\npreferred these dump runs with my friends&#8217; fathers because my father\nwas not the kind to amass a lot of shit, or the really good stuff\nthat broke apart on impact. These other fathers hauled all manner of\nappliances, windows, lawnmowers and furniture. I once participated in\nthrowing a drill press over the precipice. What a sound that made\nwhen it landed and cracked in two. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I think back to what was thrown\naway, most of it was in pretty decent shape and today would be\ndonated to thrift stores, which were uncommon in my Oregon City\nyouth. I don&#8217;t think there was one. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>How could I not be a child of Oregon City without a relationship to the town dump, the one near Kelly Field and the adjacent landfill with its Mad Max methane torches? In the early days, it was open-air if I remember correctly, and you just drove right up to the edge of a concrete [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5849,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,942],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5908","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-oregon-city","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5908","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5908"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5908\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5910,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5908\/revisions\/5910"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5849"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5908"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5908"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5908"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}