Why do they call it a transfer station ? Everyone knows it's the dump. That's what you do, you dump stuff there.
Garbage, machinery, household junk, old furniture, and a special section, called "free," you can take someone else's stuff and bring it home from the dump. (Yes, I have looked over the free stuff, so far haven't taken anything home.)
You pay to dump your stuff. $1.75 a bag, a big bag. And my old metal broken garden chairs I bought years ago thinking I would strip them and paint them, they got dumped for free. A dream let go, for free.
I have few illusions now of the things I'l do and the things I won't. Stripping chairs, no, won't do it.
(although to save two metal folding chairs I spray painted them white but now they look like two chairs that escaped from a mental hospital )
It cost me 44.00 to dump my stuff, 30.00 for the permit, yearly, and 1.75 a bag.
But that was a small price to pay to get set free, or to begin the road to freedom. The less stuff I have, the free- er I will be, or that's how it's supposed to work, we'll see.
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