Utah to Arizona #2 Disposer of Hazardous Waste and Tourist

All in one day I got to be: Routine Morning Writer, Disposer of Hazardous Waste, and Tourist.

Me and my special hairdo.

Routine Morning Writer. Not too interesting during production. Finished products variable. Bog archives hold records.

Disposer of Hazardous Waste.Moving involves getting rid of stuff that’s been accumulating due to laziness, sentimentality, lack of awareness, and slight hoarding tendencies due to being raised by depression era traumatized mother. (Hey, I only blamed one out of four on poor mother.) That day’s targets were old, useless computers that need special sendoffs, as well as paint and batteries. There was a scanner from Wal-Mart that was $50 and lasted two years, as well as a computer that was originally $3,000 dollars. The boxes of old computers and paint required Sam and me to lower the backseats of our car to make a sort of flatbed. Still the make-do of newer cars from having a backseat to making it possible to sleep the night with feet in trunk and head by

Not hazardous waste.

front seat has its uses. I carried batteries that are pictured.

At the Salt Lake City Landfill we were told to go to the blue “terrace.” There I unloaded the paint while Sam dumped the box of computers while an overseer closely watched. What he was looking for I don’t know, but when I presented my batteries his nose pinched in overseer snobbery of the value of his cache of used goods. He told me the batteries were not a hazard, and could be thrown out with the banana peels.

We followed the seagulls out of the dump to the next persona.

Tourist. We had lunch at a new chain restaurant to Utah, Culver’s. On a first visit it is best to step to the back of the ordering area to allow time to study the huge posted menu. Maybe 50 items need at least one quick look before you jostle yourself into the ordering line. Cheese curds! A first that I know of to Utah. When Sam ordered a hamburger he was asked, “Single, double, or triple?” The place was a marketing wonder dressed in blue and white with trademark symbols as prominent as dollar signs. Food is good, filling, and the place was clean.

The tires on the truck you can barely see are twice as tall as me.

Biggest tourist stop. In a hometown there isn’t a rush to visit tourist attractions. Deadlines are wonderful man-made creations. They give music, a drum beat to life that makes people do things. No one visits Salt Lake to see the Kennecott Copper Mine, but if they are here with a few days to spend, well, it’s a Salt Lake standard right behind the LDS Temple, the Great Salt Lake and our mountains with the touristy Park City and wonderful Snowbird. Those I have lived within, around, and among. Kennecott Copper Mine, never. Sam claims to have seen it once, perhaps when he was eight and with the cub scouts. So much I didn’t know. As part of Rio Tinto, Kennecott is a larger world-wide company than I knew. The blighted mountain reduced to rubble goes back further and deeper into the Oquirrhs than I realized. Kennecott’s icon-image logo is fashioned after the Egyptian ankh. The tallest copper statue in the world is the Statue of Liberty. Tires on the trucks that carry out what is mined are twice as tall as me, and the driver sits two stories up. This I did know: The hard work of men doing long hours of repetitive work to feed their families has made a few other men and lucky born children very rich. The houses along Salt Lake’s South Temple Street marked the beginning of that.

The Governor’s Mansion came from Kennecott Copper Mine money.

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2 Responses to Utah to Arizona #2 Disposer of Hazardous Waste and Tourist

  1. Gunta says:

    Funny coincidence. I’ve been sorting through old pictures and just the other day came across some from our visit to Kennecott back in 1982. There’s one of me sitting inside the displayed tire, another of me standing inside the rim, just a wee bit bent over. My husband used to teach Heavy Equipment at what was once called Utah Technical College. These days it’s a four year college with some other name. We moved to Oregon in 1994. Can’t say that I miss Utah a whole bunch.

    • Oregon is beautiful. No reason to miss Utah comparing it with Oregon. Yes, Utah Technical College is now Salt Lake Community College. It’s grown quite a bit, but still teaches classes you can’t get anywhere else. It’s incredible how big the equipment is at Kennecott. Otherwordly. Thanks for coming by.

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