A personal note of thanks is due the Mountain Xpress. I was running downtown this morning with my birddog, Pepper. I thought we had covered the morning rituals but Pepper decided that right in front of the courthouse was a good place to remind me I was wrong.
Unfortunately I had forgotten my handy-dandy plastic waste recovery bag. Wouldn’t you know it the city’s dispenser was empty along with all the nearby trash cans? I tied my sled dog up and ran around until I found something with which to pick up the downside of dog ownership. As luck would have it, one container had a discarded and intact Mountain Xpress ready for duty.
In no time at all I had cleaned up after Pepper and she renewed her mission of pulling me through town. That discarded Xpress? It was good as new.
— Carl Mumpower