Dumpster Diving...

Dumpsters and I seem to get along.  I have some very fond memories of dumpster diving with my dad, looking for boxes when we were about to move in Alabama.  Every once in a while (as in not too often) dumpsters can be a treasure trove.  Say for instance, when they are outside of the library.  Last night a friend and I were walking home from an event at church.  He went to through something away in small dumpster/large bin outside the library and called me over.  The bin was full of old books with a little water damage.  Most of the books I either owned or wasn't interested in, but there were a few good ones.  Callen grabbed some classics and I found one for Amy.  It was fun, going through all the books.  Sometimes dumpsters have some treasures.