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The Big Skinny on Dumpster Diving There is a lot of disagreement about dumpster diving. When is it legal? When is it not? When is it right ? When is it wrong? When I set out to write an article that would clear up these issues I did not know how complicated it would get. From a Supreme Court ruling, an APD spokesman, the City Attorney's office, private dumpster owners, to the Landfill operators, I began to put it together informing each of them that I was writing an article for the Advocate. My first chat was with Kevin Buchman, spokesman for the Austin Police Department. He was very pleasant. Believe it or not, he said that dumpster diving is legal. Yea APD! My second chat was with Jerry Hendrix, public information officer for the City of Austin Solid Waste Services Department. He said that it was not legal and referred me to an ordinance passed by the City Council. I got a copy of the ordinance from Candy at the research department in the City Clerk's office. To my surprise, trying to get through to people in "City Hall" was not hard at all. I was especially pleased that there is an option on the automated telephone, which allows you to speak to a live person. I just hate it when phone lines for government offices give you option after option to select and none of them lead to a real person. Many companies do this as well and you feel like jumping off a bridge before you reach who you are after. Speaking to Candy at the City Clerk's office I thought I was in Mayberry, she was so friendly and helpful. She emailed me a copy of the ordinance. I continued to research the subject in more depth and I was soon ready to talk to a City Attorney. Only the second day of trying I got a call back from Mitzi Cotton, Assistant City Attorney. Talking with Mitzi made me proud to live in Austin. She was very informed, very professional, and very courteous. The city ordinance is 1992 Code , section 15-6-112. However, the ordinance does not apply to the person throwing the trash away. In other words, according to the ordinance you are safe if you get permission. Mitzi agreed that the City ordinance is only enforced on a complaint basis. If there is a drunk throwing trash around, likely there'll be a complaint. Regarding the ordinance, most if not all dumpsters ARE NOT CITY PROPERTY. This means that the city ordinance DOES NOT APPLY to most dumpsters. When I contacted several of the private companies that provide the cities' dumpsters I was told the same thing, they do not want you to block their dumpster but have no laws against someone getting into the thing. To gain a correct perspective we must look at the extremes in the issue. Here in Austin, the APD generally have a humane attitude. Not so in Brazil. In a 60 Minutes expose called "Undesirables" it was shown how off duty policeman are paid by merchants to do drive-by shootings of homeless people and even garbage picking Brazilian children. The fascist answer is to make the sick and the poor and the homeless illegal or to eliminate them altogether. Many of these "undesirables" are orphan street children scavenging for recyclables. We need to practice humanity and tolerance for the disadvantaged. To think, I once wanted to move to Brazil. Diving for Profit or Passion? There are essentially only four approaches to our garbage problem: 1. Bury it I figured it was time for me give it a try. I am building a wooden porch outside my patio door. I decided to go look for free wood. My first stop was at a big construction dumpster full of thousands of dollars of new wood at a site near I-35 and downtown. I asked for the supervisor. I asked him for some of the wood. He sneered down his nose that, "You could sue me if you hurt yourself". He couldn't allow it. Welcome to America. The next construction site I checked was North of Dessau and Parmer. The supervisor said, "Sure, just be careful". I loaded up my truck and built my porch. It looks good. I went back and gave him a pizza. It saved me money and I helped the environment. I am happy. I recently noticed on Habitat for Humanity's Website the following words; "Habitat RE-store Celebrates 10 Year Anniversary. Nearly 300,000 people have shopped the Austin Habitat RE-store, contributing over five million dollars in donated materials since the store opened in September of 1992. Proceeds from the RE-store have partially funded the construction of over forty affordable, new Habitat homes. And it all started with a card table, a cigar box AND SOME SKILLFUL DUMPSTER DIVING!" However, I wonder if they asked permission the way I did or if they began as "undesirables"! Harriett Ball is a famous educator that travels around America's schools training teachers. She told me that cafeterias in school districts across the country are not allowed to use leftovers. They have to throw all the food out at the end of the day. For years hog farmers came around and got the food. She said sometime in the eighties the police started accusing the hog farmers of stealing from the government. Actually they were saving government and taxpayer money. The University of Arizona's Project Garbage analyzed city landfill sites. Even after two decades, up to half of the organic material had not decayed. Bananas, carrot tops, onion parings and hot dogs were still recognizable 20 years after they were dumped. Newspapers clearly proclaimed the latest news from the war in Europe. Apparently only about 10 percent of landfill material biodegrades quickly; the rest changes at a snail's pace. We are talking the disposable stuff. Regarding the goodies temptingly set out on the street, they present a disposal problem. Can you use it? Try to ask the owner who threw it out. There is a city ordinance about picking up recyclables. However, these recyclables are going to a private company, not to the city. I doubt they are going to start shooting homeless people who are picking up tin cans. All in all, I don't think I will move to Brazil, I really appreciate Austin Texas. Austin Homeless -- Helping Alex! The rain stopped just in time. The sun came out and the temperature reached a steamy 94 degrees. But that didn't stop these volunteers. They were offering their support to 8 year old Alex, who has had cancer for 7 years. She held a lemonade stand 4 years ago to raise money for "her" hospital after she heard her doctors say they didn't have enough money to help all the kids who needed help. Since then she and the people she has inspired to take up her idea have raised almost half a million dollars for pediatric cancer! On July 3rd, several homeless people volunteered to hold an Alex's Lemonade Stand at the corner of Oltorf & S. Congress in front of the T.S.O. They could identify with a small, sick child who wanted to show that she was not powerless to "make a difference" and help others. Those mentioned below, and other volunteers who dropped in and out, talked to hundreds of people about this project. They gave out brochures and envelopes for mail-in donations, and - in this neighborhood where one dollar donations (and little kids' dimes) represent real generosity - they received donations from over 150 people and raised $200 for Alex's cause...having a great time!...and showing that Austin's homeless have really big hearts.
For more information about Alex & her lemonade stand...go to www.alexslemonade.org
Yetie Detector
Only in a town like this could a two-bit palooka like me from Hoboken with a busted nose and a slack jaw get a shot at promoting Billy Carlucie, the Soup Kitchen Brawler. The little bastard fought like a caged monkey on opium. He had heart, he had guts. Hell, he had what would've been his identical twin growing out of his left shoulder blade. You'd think there was two of them the way you'd see the little freak roll his eyes and spit. But then, that was the kid's edge. Half the time, the contender would forfeit from the sheer horror of it all. The other half the time, Billy'd get the living shit beat out of him, but he'd still win 'cause the little half-twin thing would push him up before the ref could declare a TKO. Tell ya what, buddy boy, dem was the days. He had a promising shot at the title. Then one day he gets drunk before a bout with Chicken Willie. It was a real ruckus! Billy went down in the third round. Passed out or knocked out, it was over. After that, he was never the same. He hired some muscle and a mouthpiece to fix his fights. He started letting the little twin-thing drive. Pretty soon, he was letting it box in fixed fights while he signed autographs. Then, one day, they found him dead. no one was sure if he choked on vomit or burned to death.
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