"I threw your trash," says Junior, the city custodian every morning. "I didn't know if you needed a new plastic bag."
"No," I tell him, "the one I have is still good."
"When you do, I'll make it real nice."
Junior travels to all his cleaning jobs (four) by bicycle, even on icy days like today. I don't know much about Junior, except that he likes coffee, his real name is Fabian, our conversations are pretty much limited to the state of my trash, and he does a good job cleaning the Convention Center. But I like our morning exchange and the fact that he seems to care quite a bit about keeping my wastebasket under control. In a town that often doesn't seem to care about keeping things nice, Junior's attitude keeps my faith in Van Horn alive.
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