The mourning period barely started when I received a phone call and email from Donna Sightler letting me know Little Blue can come home.
Sightler runs the show for Greenwood County's recycling efforts. Apparently, I can now add her to the list of the handful of people who read my Sunday column before dutifully recycling the newspaper.
Last Sunday's piece, "Feeling blue over loss of Little Blue," struck a chord with a number of readers. It struck a chord (not a nerve) with Slighter. It turns out, with the arrival of Big Blue, the larger roll carts replacing our smaller recycling bins, everybody's Little Blue was destined for the great Recycling Heaven in the Sky. And just how apropos - sad, sort of, but apropros and funny - is that? They actually recycle recycling bins. But it turns out they don't have to go there, their time here is not done. If you don't want it to be done, that is.
I'VE FOUND OUT I'M HARDLY the only one out there who, while welcoming Big Blue, the 95-gallon high-capacity roll cart, will miss Little Blue. Sure, Little Blue, at a mere 18-gallon capacity, cannot hold nearly as many beer cans, wine bottles and - oh, I sure hope the Rev. Chris Leonard did not just read that! - other recyclables as Big Blue, but Little Blue is darn handy and convenient. Having Little Blue there on the garage floor, mere feet from the back door and out of the way of most weather conditions, made it easy to pay him frequent visits while keeping the kitchen counters free of clutter. But Big Blue sits way out of range at the end of the driveway and beside Big Brown, the garbage roll cart. Hardly inviting during rain, snow, sleet and when it's cold. No frequent flyer miles would be accumulated.
And so it was I was bemoaning Little Blue's departure, hoping I could keep him around and let him be my second-in-command in the recycling army. Little Blue could fill up the way he normally would and, when full, be toted over to the commander-in-chief, Big Blue, in which all of Little Blue's contents would be dumped.
WHILE MY LARGER NOTE to the recycling crew was missed and Little Blue was hauled away last week, it turns out the column was not missed. In fact, it turns out, as I said, I'm not alone in this effort to keep Little Blue. Sightler said anyone who wants one of those blue bins, either because you just miss the blue box or you want to keep using him as the interim holder of recyclables, is more than welcome to have one again. Just call 942-8567 or 942-8754 and "let us know that you want to keep the blue bin (we will need to know your address), or if we have already collected the blue bin we will be glad to deliver one to you," Slighter wrote in an email.
Look, I'm not about to tell you how to run your recycling life. What you do in your home is your business. But if you miss that blue bin, if you find yourself thinking, "You know, they are pretty convenient for carrying stuff, even yard waste, because they have those holes in the bottom so they won't let water accumulate," if you simply want to do your part to cut down on the amount of stuff going into our recycling centers, then I urge you to call and get Little Blue. Rescue him, folks, before it's too late and he becomes a useless blue plastic toy that, ironically, will land in your Big Blue.
AS FOR OUR HOME, well we're so happy we're thinking of posting a reunion photo on Facebook. Plus, we're thinking of getting Big Blue and Little Blue their own Facebook accounts. It means just that much.
Whiting is executive editor of the Index-Journal. Contact him at 943-2522; email email@example.com ,or follow him on Twitter at IJEDITOR. Views expressed in this column are those of the writer only and do not represent the newspaper's opinion.