the bin. first it was the penultimate mumbler. an old, possibly italian, man with a swagger and more than a hint of gin on his breath. he came in search of wood for his garden vines. somewhere in the mumble we caught a story about how the man next door is crazy. there must be some love lost between them, stay tuned -- though we may need a custom made babblefish to decipher it.
second, bin diver -- a stylish 30-something asian guy who gutted a house a few streets over. he was looking for a small bit of ornate trim. you know what they say -- one man's trash is another man's treasure.
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