Transformers Hit Brenham

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Over the summer, with trees down across fences, we accumulated quite a bit of barbed and hog wire debris. We also managed to change out a bathtub as well as a replace a defunct upright freezer. The old Ford F 450 was loaded down with crap. Literally, metal crap.

If you really want to help the environment, you have to have a good accounting system. I had no idea if the diesel I was expending to get to my favorite recycle center in Brenham provided a balanced let alone a positive ledger for what I was offering to the used metal repertoire. But somewhere in my soul I felt good about doing it rather than it all landing in a landfill.

Mother as my companion and the three dogs in the crew cab, we headed out.

It was mid morning as I pulled onto the scale. As I rolled down the window, I could smell the iron in the air. It was mixed with fuel and transmission fluid, coolant and grease.

I like putting that big heavy truck on a scale that can weigh out tens of tons. She wiggled a bit as the scale settled and metered to 10,960 lbs.

I backed into the bay where huge mounds of old autos, bicycles, and a thousand varied products made of rusty iron were heaped. On