The Devil is in the Details
I was a big fan of Sherlock Homes as a teenager. One summer I read every Holmes mystery. Trust me, there are a lot of them. Holmes was the master of observation. he would observe the minutest detail and know a person's entire history.
Well, I don't need a person's history, but I did learn to observe. One day at the scrap yard I saw an older gentleman with a load of scrap, sorting it into piles on a flatbed hand-cart. he had a pile of Christmas lights and lamp cords. it had never occurred to me to recycle the Christmas lights, nor to cut the power cords from electronic equipment.
It turns out they give you 70 cents a pound for light cords and electric cable. If you could find some way to strip the cords easily, the raw copper is $2.70 a pound. I'll settle for the 70cents. Less hassle.
Another day I was driving around town, scouting for scrap. I saw a local bum on his bicycle messing around with a toilet tank that was on the curb. I wondered what he was doing when it suddenly dawned on me. He was yanking out the metal works inside the old toilet tank. I could have kicked myself, I had passed at least a half dozen old toilets that week.
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